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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