And I see Night.
The last time I saw her,
She was luminous,
She had said,
Her hair is a mess of stars.
I remember,
I didn't say much in reply.
My adamant stare was too stubborn
To leave from between us.
This time,
I feel her shrouded in a cloak of
clouds.
I cannot see her,
She is seeing me.
She is flowing towards me.
She is a mess,
But this time with the clouds.
And, I see Night.
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