Tuesday, November 10, 2009

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Darkness pervades all corners around

Mist shadows the foliage beneath

Emerges from it a sense of purity

The birth of dew stings the nose

A freshness never smelt before

A ray emerges

Setting a low fire to the black sky

Spreading its warmth and radiance

The mist ages off

The dew washes away the remnants of yesterday

A new day begins


Contours change.

Colours change.

Facets change.

What remains is the black shadow.

Black as ever.

Sharp as ever.

Haunting.

Powerful.

Defining.

Me.