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Saturday, May 5, 2012

Poem: At Night

The world is larger, more supreme somehow, in the night.
I am outside, and the full moon is out,
A shiny coin enveloped in a swath of navy.
The wind brings the salty air from the sea.
As I pass the bushes I noticed their woody dark and wild odor.
The playground has this burnt unpleasant scent,
And the fence encompassing it reeks of a metallic sting.
I have become a nocturnal animal.
All around me is the rushing of the wind and the sound of cars
And the buildings, giants in the darkness tower and engulf us all.
I have become a creature of the night.

1 comment:

  1. I feel this piece, for some reasons i began to love the night than the day eve when I was still a kid. I guess I feel safer from the belittling eyes of others at night..As the darkness embraces me.


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