On some evenings 
When I see the intoxicated butterflies pave their ways into the unknown 
I whisper to myself 
Sssshhh it's the beloved's call
On some nights 
When I see the glow worms flamboyant and playful 
Choosing to hide their sheen secretly into their spleen 
I softly utter to myself 
Let the light tonight 
Be held for the beloved 
And on midnights 
When I see the aurora borealis
Cross the northern sky 
The hemispheres unite 
And the reindeers ride 
The cosmic collisions are free and tied 
I raise my arms and embrace with my eyes 
The procession of heavens embarking on eternity 
It's my call from my beloved...….

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