When the stars twinkle,
The moon too looks at me.
I silently sit with my diary,
As the dim light shines,
The page becomes bright.
I hold my pen and begin to write.
There is so much within me,
And my words make it so much easy.
Everything looks clear,
As I look back in the form of story.
To the sleepless nights,
And to early mornings.
I live my dreams through my words
Talking to my Diary.
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