The ghost of night, while day, is hidden
By friendly caves or secret woods,
As if appearance is forbidden
When sun is out without sky hoods.
He sleeps or waits for nights permission
And soundless flies into the dark
Escaping stressful day collisions,
Not leaving even one small mark.
No mortal chains, no gravitation,
No business plans, just lack of friends,
And there is really no sensation
In words “his sufferings won’t end”.
Alone, alone on Earth and higher,
Much higher than the birds can fly.
To find a friend is his desire,
But even more he wants to die.
The ghost of night, while day, is hidden
© Copyright: Ирина Лерова, 2026
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