In the quiet solitude of the silent night 

She softly gazes at the picture 

On her oakwood nightstand.

She feels his presence 

In the gentle rustle 

Of the peach curtains,

In the soft chimes of the bells 

In the windowsill,

In the feeling of being in a cocoon

When it’s just you and your feelings 

In the middle of a silent night.

She wraps herself up in his presence 

And let’s herself go 

Somewhere far away in her thoughts

Forgetting about the world for the next few peaceful hours.

-Armaan

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