Perhaps as darkness falls over the land and the many creatures of the night come out, they do not rush, for they know something that others don't - a dark secret.
Maybe even the sweetest times must have a dark flow across space and time - so as the owl coos and the fox scurries, everything is night.
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I love the "dark flow across space and time..."
ReplyDeleteYour words bring me right there into the night, listening... Thank you.