Wow !!!!

Lost in the Echo.

The beauty of the night
Adorned by the moon
The cold wind ruffled
While the dark clouds scattered. 
The luminous darkness
Surrounded the life
In colors of two
The black and the white
Drowned in admiration
Which never ceased
The unspoken glittering stars
That shone the cold windy night
Stories that spread unheard
Mysteries that are left unsolved
Float in the visible darkness 
Almost invisible in the naked light. 
Stories we create, under the dome
Of glittering stars, of diamonds in the sky
But, what story do that tell ?
What mystery do they hold ?
A poem by a friend. 

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