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Twilight falls.
The moon carries clouds of silver threads across a black expanse of sea.
Streams weave their ways to rivers
and rivers to the sea.
Conversations in notes yet unyielding
kiss paper birds into a midnight sky.
Headlights
stream in unison to the rhythm of an ever ending human sound;
life following light,
light following the rhythm of the wind.
Music composed from the sound of a city echoing its own heartbeat
searches
for the notes written upon sheetmusic.
Poets bow their heads and conduct words that become more than mere notes upon a scale.
in converations, symphonies are borne.
In the light between night and day,
time holds still and slows down for a mere fraction of a moment,
one word carrying the other.