When night falls at it's most quiet point,
the past has then retired.
The air and space stand still,
motionless transmission,
not a sound that we can hear...
It only lasts but a moment,
what seems forever,
awaiting day's gleam.
Past lives, future stars,
seem to disappear,
guiding us through,
one less remembered solitude.
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