Night Sky

An imaginary and wonderful place, Where many dreams chase, Waiting to make a day, Which will change to night like a mold of clay. The closer it comes to our eyes, All the sadness dies, Everything is forgotten, And the moment become golden. The sleep comes like a flow of river, And let all the emotions trigger, Our dreams get bigger, And we become an achievement digger. The beautiful eyelashes shut, And several thoughts become a knot, Many are weeping and smiling, But then go back to sleeping.