Here died the day

midnight

half moon hides behind a cloud
blurry silhouette of trees against the sky

In the distance you can hear trains passing
night quietly on the wings of an owl’s coming

midnight
devil’s hour
gathering of witches

heart still trembles
unspoken words froze on my lips

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