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The Nightfall

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Promise of the night
Lamps open their eyes
Lights prepare their beauty
To be seen again

Clouds offer their bodies
To its veil of blackness
I follow them blindly
Into the realms unknown

Promise of the darkness
I can hear its whispers
Teasing my cold skin
Evading my eager mind

Promise of the night
And its toxic vapours
Its distinguished smell
Its forbidden freedom

I let myself be fed
The electric tranquility
When the day has died
When I can be born again
I love it when it's that time of the day in summer - it's almost dark, yet warm, and you can walk and watch the city prepare itself for the night. It's when I feel the most free - shed of all problems of the day, eagerly awaiting what secrets I can learn and what emotions I can discover. 
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Seaxwulf's avatar
Dusk. Twilight. I always love transitional phases of day, especially the interplay of dark and light, of light into dark and rebirth therefrom. Good stuff. I also like your reincarnational thematic, I have a similar motif in my rambling poetry.

Good work, Bud!