Obscurities

Vague figures come to form

Under the tint of the moonlight.

Some slanting, some circling

Some bending, some trodden.

Squinting, the eyes pore

At the stream of the faint light

The eyes stared with aghast

The figures are just shadow

There’s no tale, there’s no life.

 

 

 

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