Night Walk

Night Walk short poem

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Full moon night
Sky covers with stars
You by my side
What else I want in this dark

Holding your hand and
Walking through the path
Laughing at the useless talk
Now a good company I have got

Looking into your eyes
I see a beautiful world of mine
The smile that I’ve got
Is the gift of yours.

The night seems more beautiful and dark
The moon is more bright than usual
The stars starts to sparkle more
When you and I are in a long night walk.

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ujjwal Kumar
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awesome.

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