NightWalkerDreamTrust

They rise at the setting sun

elegant, gracefulness,

throughout

 

their floating walk…

 

Confident storm

of deluge madness..

Not forgotten!  Their life

of being earthborn…

 

 

Rippling through society

unnoticed!

This without a doubt

known only

to those of old humanity..

 

So goes another

night’s play..

Still hunted

to this very day…

Yet!  Denied existence

in every way..

 

Tis the break of dawn

a sigh, medieval wink

hundred thousand year blink

one blind eye

followed by

sophisticated laughter

an a patient yawn…

 

Trust……….

 

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