The light is going
down
Reluctantly kicking
up a cloudy darkness
Burning the light
on the tip of the branches
Telling them “I am
not yet done!”
The night of shadows
will appear
On the white snow
carpet on the ground
There will be footprints
to be seen
Gliding evenly to
score the prints
As the light slowly
disappears
Out of the cloudy
white clouds
The long shadows light
the snow
Reaching out to
have a dance
Where is the music?
The cold wind
whirring sound
It rustles up the
leaves
Waving and falling
to the ground
But here is a
friend Zurah
Smiling standing on
the carpet snow
The footprints she
will make in time
Weaving by the wind
as Allah great creation
The light is going
down
The long shadows
seek out the light
The footprints on the
carpet snow
The memories in
Budapest
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