Beneath the moon\'s soft, silver glow, a struggling girl finds solace below. In the quiet of a late night\'s hush, her dreams and fears begin to brush.Her heart a shade of tales untold, A story of courage, fierce and bold, In the depths of night, her spirit soars, A canvas of hope, her dreams restores.The stars above, like whispered dreams, Glisten and dance in moonlit streams, A late night\'s story, a sanctuary found, Where strength is forged on silent ground.Through darkness, she fights, resilient, strong, her journey, a melody, a whispered song, with each passing moment, a new page unfurls, As the late night\'s story, her destiny swirls.In the shadows, she finds her voice, A symphony of struggles, her choice, For in the stillness of the midnight air, A late night\'s story weaves dreams to share.© afsal aboobacker | thezcount.com