I feel at ease,
having the singlet on my body,
the wind blowing against me,
carrying the scent of the night.
The rounded moon in the distance,
shining brightly,
and despite our chase,
is always out of reach.
The shadows of the trees,
casted by the street light,
as though challenging each other,
both reaching for the heights.
The road that leads straights ahead,
empty with not a soul in sight,
on a second look do we see,
a perfect scene formed by the light.
The clouds coming floating passed,
trying to shield the world,
from the gentle moonshine,
hiding everyone in the night's embrace.
I am here,
at ease with all around,
good night.
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