At 12.00am
Temperature falls to twelve degree celcius
Night's sister, the moon is almost done
with her part-time job
And one could hear the old parish bells
as they chat and chant with the cold wind
Serenity creeps in
And fear escapes, spilling out like geysers
into the streets
As the street lights quiver
on meeting their once estranged lover, the moon.....
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