O Night, What Ails Thee?
O night, what ails thee that thou dost not let brains rest?
Is not the fatigue of day enough? Fatigue upon fatigue, what's thy purpose?
How powerful thou art to conceal the most beautiful moments and replace them with disappointments.
But glory be to Him who has dominion over thee, making thy darkness shine with the sunrise.
They say for every tyrant, there's a deterrent... and it's true.
This question haunts my mind: what if all days were night? Would we be like this? Impossible, and God knows best!
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