Language of the Night

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What language does the night speak 

To the multitude  beings on earthly space, 

Wandering like specks of dust in a smoky haze


The gleaming moon streaming shiny light

Through the windows of concrete rooms

Feeds the thirsty soul milky blooms


Darkness' drapes unfolding at night's fall

Pouring many a deadly glance

Enfolds sordid spirits in silent trance


Breeze in tender ease flows to hearts

Soothing battered bodies on the way

Waving its tender hands in magic sway


Stars dot the blacky sky 

In precarious flicker changing colours

Rendering hope  its transient flavours


Night does speak 

In multitude of words

To ears that hear

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