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Under the night sky,

Beneath the earth.

She gazed at the moon. 

Sat under the stars.

The trees asked,

Why she left home?

She smiled as she answered,

She needed to be on her own.

The nightingale sang as he flew.

His loud song,

Whistled, trilled, and gurgled.

He promised her he won't stop,

Until he reached tomorrow.

She felt proud and free,

As he soared into the blue.

Hoping he'd be home soon.

                    - Manya Singh Patel