Night, It appears calm for a poet, long for a girl in love, nightmare for a baby in fear,its all dark and still dark for every one. It make no difference. Its all about what you think of yourself. Its just a reflection of you and your mind. You grow up and you still find that baby one night, a poet on another night and it goes on. Its the matter of belief. That night doesn't show you new things. It show you what you really are, What you really are.
