Night lingers but taciturn?

When the sky's getting darker
Birds hurry to fly for their roosts
And Sun prepares to sleep
leaving Moon,
To do the graveyard shift
with Stars.
I see the faraway traffic lights
fading along the road.
Night is dull like the gloomy life!
But some nocturnal willy-nilly flowers
bloom for the parade?

*[Happiness held is the seed;
Happiness shared is the flower.]
-Unknown

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