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As the day slowly comes to an end.

And the sun is coming down.

There were no messages to send.

As people sleep, there were no frowns

But there was one who got no sleep.

All she was lay in bed. 

As she laid in bed, she weeped.

All she could see was the color Red.

She knew it's not a blissful night. 

But the night gave her a single kiss. 

Yet, she cannot see the divine sight. 

In the end,this night will be missed. 

When the sun went away. 

She sat down and swayed and swayed.