it is the quiet nights
after the loud days
that live in the burrows
and ask you
to feel it
all
© Hudson Biko
Category: Poetry
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do you listen
to the stories
and believe
in their endings.
in the suns
that set.
and the moons
that rise.
and the stars
that shine
because
it is so dark
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waving
the leaves are back on the trees
and the rustle is rife
in the air
again
sometimes
it is the familiar
that saves
you
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heading home
it’s sunset
and the birds
are flying
across the sky
singing the songs
and living the dreams
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fear.
we are destined
to burn
and that
turns us
to ash
scattered
on graves
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