When darkness crawls down,
Only silhouettes are shown,
At the very sight of my own.

Misty,
Elegant,
Pieces of black
Over deep blue,
Ornaments of twilight.

Such poise
Leave us with no choice,
But to be lulled
By the voice of the night…

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