So silent, the night grows deep,
deeper still lays something, watching
the pinprick glistens, ever so slightly
hidden behind a slivered space of the wooden paneling,
waiting, biding, enticed as you slip so comfortably into sleep.
As the night grows deep, beyond the walls
it breathes.
Biding.
With time, the night goes deep.
Evocative and mysterious…
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Thank you, Radhika. 🙂
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