Deep sounding darkness finding it's way into measures of
peace, twilight opening like a blossom in the darkness,
an ebony beauty choosing to find it's place within the
shadows of a life-long essence.
Alone and living like a locust in a solitary environment,
singing it's song out loud, listening as others join in,
creating a cacophony, a choir of mysterious sounds being
emitted throughout the night.
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