Night time

Under a dark, clear sky
       The muffled urban workings settle in
With skidding on light bramble
       I am swept through yawning streets
By slight fingers of wind
       The trees gift us a delicate melody

 

The cars hum a hasty ditty, and go waltzing by
The lights ebb and flow in an endless ballet, bowing goodbye
The night stands resolute, offering its air of tranquility

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