A flood
of darkness,
hidden
between
the earth
the paling morning
a mid-November
sky,
the trees
are leafless,
fallen
in blinking
puddles,
empty
of stars,
the clouds race
in ships
and sails,
the wind
whispers
across heavens,
in silence
the wings
of day
arising
as the hours
hurry by
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