When evening comes

EVERYTHING is so quiet and peaceful

with autumn rain
ticking on the windows

and the wind stirs the dead leaves
the flies in the air,

stroking for the last time,
I feel my frozen feet

and curl up on myself
by the fire,

gnawing a roasted chestnut
while the crackling of the fire is safe and restful

oh breath of my soul!
oh rebellious spirit that rests,

in the quiet of the night that covers everything,
the moon is hidden, beyond the clouds

I guess its luster,
spark silent raising TIDES

with POWER!


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