THE DROPS ARE BLACK OR THE NIGHT IS DARK?

The rain has brought the darker night again,

My thoughts are trying to get through it,

To see, if the drops are coloured black, or,

To see through, if the night itself is darker,

With its sable shadowing the lines visible,

Answers not responding, mind is restless,

And no call from the night’s stillness either,

Strange this night is, the heart wants to fear it,

But this silence forces some more questions,

Adding some more black to the night’s shades,

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