The night was on the horizon.
My friend and I were walking silent
on a complex field
covered with a strange white fog;
on one side,
we heard city's clatter
saw the glare of light;
on the other,
we saw the darkest houses of the specters
and felt their soundless movement.
There a cyclic clock giving
Time on timeless…
Sunday, April 22, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: protest,social injustice,time,timeless