In the Silence of Dark

In the Silence of dark,
the time ticks, stops for no one
everything moves to its beats, skips nothing
this earth, sky, the vivid creatures
In the Silence of dark,
the wind blows, always in a direction of its own
howling to others, hurting when its cold, forgives no one
this nature, its creations, the vivid creatures
In the Silence of dark,
the time ticks, stops for no one
moving time, howling winds
creatures of comforts – always disruptive, always in illusions
In the Silence of dark
– MB 02012020

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