In the quiet of a sleeplessness night,

Where shadows dance and dim the light,

A strange heart beats, alone and apart,

Whispering secrets, an arcane art.

Beneath the moon’s silvery glance,

In dreams that weave a fateful dance,

The strange heart yearns for a chance,

To break free from its trance.

A sleeplessness night unfurls its lore,

As the heart seeks something more,

Through the silence, it does explore,

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Yearning for what came before.

In the stillness, time is a thief,

The heart finds solace, albeit brief,

In the night’s embrace, it finds relief,

From the day’s unending grief.

A burning heart of golden hue,

Aflame with passions, old and new,

Yet in its depths, so clear and true,

Only a spark of wonder remains to view.

This ember of curiosity, a light so faint,

In the vastness of the night, it paints,

A picture of hope, free of constraint,

A reminder that wonder is the heart’s saint.

In the hush of night’s embrace,

A heart longs for a missing grace,

Its beats echo in a silent chase,

Seeking the warmth of an unseen face.

Mysteries shrouded in the dark,

A journey embarked without a mark,

The heart’s desire, a lone spark,

Guiding it through the vast, arcane park.

So beats the strange heart, wild and free,

In a world where it longs to be,

A sleeplessness night, the key,

To unlock its destiny.