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Nighttime

October 12, 2013 Rasel Rana 0 Comments

Lying still and silent, I listen to the night,
The Emotions of a day gone by are dying with the light.

Busy places settle and enjoy the evening breeze.
The atmosphere is cleansed and given time to drift and breathe.

I think I hear the clouds, whisper with relief,
As the sun no longer sears through them and the winds’ cool underneath.

The orange glow from street lights can make a cosy place,
When weary eyes are rested by it’s false one-colour haze.

Threatening and fearful places of the day,
Are mellowed by the shadows as you slowly drift away.

A million moods may pass you by, if your senses are awake.
As a day is gone and one is ready now, for you to take.

©  Tamara Forge

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