Hey Night, Hey Night, be good to those in grief,
I sang as a prayer before I drowned into a dream,
Through a path of flower-filled garden she took,
Where every second a beautiful sound I heard,
Then when the first drop from the Jasmine melted,
The path emptied, flowers disappeared,
Only fields of growth and in greenery, vision drowned,
She kissed me and for the morning left,
With a prayer that meant “Monday Blessings.”.
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