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Decryption
In the quiet of the night,
With the crickets chirping,
And the loud rhythm,
Of our heart’s beating,
I wonder if we ever,
Thought about today,
And wished if we could,
Jump in the moment and say,
Why the poems are so cryptic,
Why are sunsets so mystic,
Why the breeze giggles at our conversations,
Why the sky blushes with name because,
In the quiet of the night today,
Neither do I know,
Nor you,
What and why do we say,
Things that we mean or not,
Trying to decrypt our own thoughts.
