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The blue sky during darkness
(Poetry)
9-08-2007
by John Rostum T. Vidal
Light turned black, warm felt cold.
Breeze started to whistle, birds rested their wings
Windows were closed, good-bye became their voice.
I was startled and could not move
Nighttime their you were,
Why still coming to ruin the brightness?...
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