NOCTURNAL 

Felt like an owl,

With obvious silent and,

As Thought streaming like a river,

Sleepy sleepless night,

On the cliff of mountain,

Made of thoughts,

Of rememberance & memories,

All yours it was,

Still that stream of you had this portion on me,

Overwhelming though but more of a satisfaction that stillness of you resides within me.

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