Darkness abound,

The earth hath no sound

For the trees in the ground,

Lay still, beauty bound.

The ever-growing twilight

Seeps willingly in my sight,

When luminosity meets dark:

Tenebrosity – absurdly stark.

Clouds dotted amongst the sky

Effortlessly floating, growing nigh;

Tranquility is all to hear

As my lifetime bliss is growing near.


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