.
A new darkness slowly took possession
of town this evening - unaccustomed to
being it crept slowly in silent folds
trying to understand the place.
It walked up and knocked on porches and was
welcomed into hearts with bolted doors
it sat carefully in minds weary of standing
it settled in iron cages and a tremulous
tinkering rattle was heard through the streets
In Cluj-Napoka once consumed it went on
curiously unnoticed.
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3 comments:
this post is interesting.
makes me tilt my head.
but growing up isnt always a good thing.
What I visualize is the old tax collectors.
i was flattered by your comment. =)
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