And the clouds receded:
Bit by bit it dissolves
With the wind on the sky’s pew;
Spite the contraction of the beams,
Sunset resolves
The labour of man; after hours of hunting bread.
Busy streets are cemeteries.
Floors are swept by the night gale;
Silence sings to the night
Except the murmur of insects
And the whisper of the wind
Through the lips of the trees.
The body is dead as earth
While we revel resplendently
In our white dreams
That the night harvests.
Sheltered by our families,
Guided by the sky,
the stars,
the moon;
– These are inhered needs of man,
Lest we die!
The track is dirty. The sand is dry. Nothing grows on that soil. Why tell the wind to stop? Why even try to block the wind? Oh! In vain you plant seeds preacher! Nights are darker than you think. Like ants they walk in rows Their work is about to…
The clouds glide slowly in the sky. The sun gazes From behind the clouds Smiling eerily. The trees dance beautifully To music of the wind Listen to the birds As they sing melodiously. Standing by the ocean I was dumbfounded Watching as the waves Tumbled fiercely, fighting for supremacy. From…
Ill fated dusk; When the moon shines above And the glittery stars twinkled to life, The dark and its minions rode. And with tendrils of dread Planted in each men he passed, He claimed for himself the night, Unopposed, but hated still. The dark rode on, In gentle haste and…
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