i'm watching shadow strips
traveling on reddish brick wall
i plaster my mind to moves
i can sense coarseness and
slippery on moss overgrowth
vanish as selfish darkness came
clouds reflection lights surroundings
brick walls' color keep changing
copying twilight to please my eyes
paling flowers join in my hungry sight
helpless to onslaught of dimness
i understand they needed some rest
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