THE FLIGHT OF SHADOWS

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Cold throws
Of daylight peer
Through the clouds
Up above.


The gentle hum
Of the wind tickles
Eaves while
Waking up leaves
On half-asleep trees.


Birds come alive
In song and chirp
As the moon and
Stars melt into the
Shadows of a transparent sky.


Eyes draw breath
With voices lost in
Good mornings
And hellos,
Only on the
Morning after dark.