Nightfall
Losing its pretence of absolute control,
light it seemed was fumbling for a solace
in the unending pit of coming night.
Shadows trudged into the living room,
sliding through the Persian carpet unobtrusively
to claw their way up onto the black wallpaper and dissolve,
like a river ceases to exist in the sea.
As the journey from day to night
must pass through the interlinked border of twilight,
there also has to be an estuary in a story with a river and a sea,
to bring it a sense of completion
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Date: 07/11/2017
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