The
night of the day
The
shadows blend in camouflage
The
naked eyes can't see
The
movements quietly pass
The
dancing branches
The
waving leaves fly
The
light wind blowing
The
silhouette of the night
The
soft voices
The
whispering wind
The
dry leaves falling
Life
has its places
The
shadows on the bench
Slowly
the misty flow disappear
On
the golf field it makes contact
The
night of the silent creepers
In
the far distance
Telephone
ringing
The
shadows move
The
night of the day
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