Of A Hideout Mysterious...

The dark night stepped out of the gate of dusk desirous of a glimpse of the bright sun light a lot it had heard about... Wandered high in search of rays all over the sky; unable to find tired and spent wanting a respite, sat at the gate of dawn fell snoring asleep... On hearing the breathe the sunlight showed up at the soft water edge from beneath the earth sporting a smile on face orange, soon to turn brighter broader silvery in shade... The night wouldn’t wake up soon from snoring ignorance for another cyclic hours twelve to be precise; the hide out of the bright sun light thus, my grandma said, remained mysterious ever to dark sleeping minds... 23 09 08