Half past ten

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It is finally dark.
Dark enough to hear
The wings hitting the air in circles
Heralding solace.
A spillage of words
Into shooting stars.
The threshold of night
Summons thoughts nesting
While we squander nights
With sleeping ,we miss out
thoughts giving birth to other thoughts.
It is finally dark
Dark enough to hear
Their first cry.

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