They rise at the setting sun

elegant, gracefulness,



their floating walk…


Confident storm

of deluge madness..

Not forgotten!  Their life

of being earthborn…



Rippling through society


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…





Soggiorno di fiducia notturna

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