After evening storm,
Comes slithering, darkness,
Chaos sighs
And the weary sun retires.
Creeps through your window,
Gently, midnight,
Brings along peace
Brings life.
Surrendering to the silences,
Heads down in worship
Artists burn their coffin nails,
Drained eyes behind glasses
Some dreamers live their tales.
Solitude comes to greet, me
In the balcony,
I kiss her, and
Hushes us away,
The silence of the nights...
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