Outside the darkening
night is slowly become as dark as dark as night
Outside the sky is darkening overhead until now it is barely a flicker a hint more blue than shimmering ancient blacker black
Until now when the light is gone and I stand out in the cooling wilder breeze
As the trees sing and turn and bend and the thousands of golden Maple seeds spiral through the night wind and the only way I know is the way they spin into me as they fly on their way
Outside there is not a difference between sky and tree and night as I stand and the seed pods and tender new wind singing leaves and my skin alive in the dark dark night breeze
And everything is new
Outside the sky is darkening overhead until now it is barely a flicker a hint more blue than shimmering ancient blacker black
Until now when the light is gone and I stand out in the cooling wilder breeze
As the trees sing and turn and bend and the thousands of golden Maple seeds spiral through the night wind and the only way I know is the way they spin into me as they fly on their way
Outside there is not a difference between sky and tree and night as I stand and the seed pods and tender new wind singing leaves and my skin alive in the dark dark night breeze
And everything is new
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