Somewhere in the sky,
I can feel the winds blowing in my ears.
I can see the light from the stars,
Falling softly on the drifting trees.
I can see the shadows gliding around.
Might be, the night crawlers are hunting their preys.
They need food to sleep on the morrow again.
I can see the clouds hiding the cool droplets inside.
And on the visible plain,
The fields are empty, the roads evacuated.
Darkness has woken up,
And it is peace it spreads.
Peace with dread.
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