The longest silence is the one of the night
Longer than the rainbows
Quieter than the breaths of the infinite
Listening through its dark ears
A good listener of years without a reply
Answering with the same sigh
Through the breeze that sweeps from the lows to the highs
The irony of time playing its only tune
A constant reprise
A moment ticks in and a moment ticks by
Black becomes white
All the secrets sealed in its heart
Variety of truths shadowing lies
Seeming beautiful decorated with the façade of starry sky
It’s all here, it has always been here and it will be
Eyes change colors
Words change mouths
But the ears of the night are the same
Never deceiving, never worn out.
-a scream into the night
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