Night comes slow
like love or death
The soft amber glow
fades like hair un-kept
Swallow you whole
just like dust of black coal
dirt of night wont blow away

Windows open
and words unspoken
Wishing to show them
what cannot be focused
Uncertainty is prevalent
and solitude stares in lament
Like a child in need
without spite without greed

Finally one can realize all is not lost
 
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