Light all around - delightful.
Birds are busy, men too,
running here and there;
bees about flowers,
crows around the vat -
the day's business.
Then the scorching heat,
sweat streaming
from forehead and armpits;
raw labor leaving imprints.
Bullock and horses weary,
saliva dripping from their mouths.
Then the evening sky
over the city
welcomes darkness -
silence,
rodents,
owls.
I feel the silence.
I taste the darkness.
I touch the stars.
I smell the sky.
Rodents, owl, and I -
all these,
my world.
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