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Lock
Silent hour, cloaked in deepest hue,
When secrets stir, and shadows brew,
For in the darkness, whispers flock,
I weave my thoughts, embrace the Lock.
Underneath the moon's dim light,
The world unveils its hidden sight,
Locked away, a realm untold,
Where dreams unfurl, their stories bold.
The Lock, a guardian of mysteries,
Holds treasures and forgotten histories,
Its ancient key, a whispered rhyme,
Unveiling realms frozen in time.
Within its grasp, secrets reside,
Whispers of lovers, their hearts confide,
Locked emotions, untamed desires,
Ignite the night with passionate fires.
Midnight's hush, a moment's peace,
Where souls find solace, hearts release,
The Lock unveils, its powers untold,
A gateway to dreams, a portal to behold.
Yet, as the clock nears morning's break,
The Lock retreats, its powers forsake,
For secrets fade, like stars at dawn,
As daylight spills, the night is gone.
Thus, the Lock returns to slumber,
Till the moon reclaims its humble number,
Awaiting the midnight's gentle knock,
To awaken the secrets of the Lock.
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