That Night
The wind passed by
The pages flipped
I looked up at the night sky
Enchanted with the glory of darkness
I breathed in the scent of the dead
Leaves of coral brushing together
Creating an addicting sound
It was somewhere in the melody of that night,
I felt truly Alive.
Copyright © Ishi Raman | Year Posted 2023
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