" The night grew dark and the stars grew bright,
But her mind never settled and neither has she tried.
She looked at the lights, the window and the stars
And that cool breeze, that erased all the scars.
She lay in the dark waiting to sleep
With many haunted tales running through the deep
And then she smiled at the beauty of its peace
For the night and it's beauty always kept her at ease. "

― dhariyaa