Like a scattering of sesame seeds
Against darkening skies during sunset
Night creeps silently upon the loud crows
Gawking at the pink clouds as one voice reads
Under cover of dusk the changing light
Ascertains the crepuscular chill threat
Gathers the others within the shadows
Empty branches offer before the leaves
Languish on the pavement below the night
Ages even the skyscrapers as sleep
Greets city dwellers soundlessly in dreams
Ubiquitous as pain as green clouds creep
Noticeably across charcoal skies streams
Attend to a tapestry the loom weaves
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