Friday, July 26, 2024

Poetry- What day owes to the night

 What's colors to children is what stories are to humans.

Surrounded by the hills, huddling under the blanket of sparkling stars Humans share stories A start, an interval, an ending Surrounded by the concealing laughs, rubbing hands to bring the warmth Humans share jokes Little reality, little fiction, little life, little darkness What day owes to the night is what humans owe to their selves in solitude.

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