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 Written: August 13, 2023
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Hidden stars, out lights of the sky,
In the alleys where secrets lie,
Tall black houses built with grout
Whispering stories of shadows stout.

My fists hit the sturdy doors.
Seeking answers that lie hidden in the floors
But the houses remain silent and still.
With no answers to fulfill.

Levels have no steps on them.
No way to reach the secrets within.
Searching for the truth—hoping it will stem.
So I walk—until I'm faint with numb skin.
 
I cross dark streets—where shadows dance,
Guided by the moon's mysterious glance,
Still, reassuring winds caress my face,
Whispering tales of a forgotten place.

Through turmoil—I stumble.
In the depths of this urban jungle,
Till I fall into the emptiness,
Lost in the night's embrace—I confess.

The stars will proceed forever—never walking,
But their beauty remains—forever talking,
Unclenched fists I let pass unsolved questions.
Discarding frustration and misconceptions,

Because silence cannot always be broken,
Oft in the whispers that truth is spoken.
I say nothing—but the wind blows.
Carrying my thoughts wherever it goes,

And in the stillness of the night,
I find solace—a sense of quiet delight.
Lost in the night's embrace,
I discover a raw meaning of grace,

In the hidden stars and out lights,
I find a peace that ignites.
In the depths of gloom, I am not alone.
Night's embrace has become my own.

In the tall black houses, mysteries reside.
But, it's in the unknown where we truly find
A sense of wonder and awe,
A reminder that in this world beyond we saw.

So let the stars endure forever.
Their beauty and magic—an endeavor,
To remind us that even in the darkest night,
There is always—a glimmer of light.

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