The Deepest Light

The night came,

Whistles from the windowpanes grow louder.

The ornaments up and down the walls of there.

I can tell: it is a fine cathedral to a dusty healthcare.

The walls were cracked and foliage settles,

a garden.

She wakes up from the absence of mind

I gaze the signs beyond the trees, absently,

Standing by the antique window,

Moonlight tenders my heart

When did the night came?

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