Midnight
The moon; ever so luminous
The stars dot the sky
Like sequins on black silk
The clouds; misting the air
Fogging the senses
Your will; like a cage against you
Either too scared to die
Or too dead to live
Birds; no song escapes their throat
Crickets; their chirp breaking the silence
The sun breaking over the clouds
And suddenly, the world comes to life
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