At 3:10, the world's still calm,
Night's embrace is nature's balm. Stars keep vigil, skies stay warm, In this moment, no sign of storm.
Whispers of dreams softly form, Thoughts align, breaking norm. At 3:10, a sacred charm,
In this quiet, there's no alarm. 🌌 #LateNightWriting #Nighht #poetry
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