In passing

By passerby

Fade


The city buzzed away at a distance. Oblivious, the night creeped in. And swamped all the noises into its bosom. The little lamps from yesteryear began to flicker. And an orange moon rose up behind the trees.

When everything was turning black, the mystery of the night, like a sole sentinel, rose against the black sky.

And it was darkness, who beckoned to be captured.

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