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Night was ruled by deceit, every moment, deepening shadows moved with poisionous intentions, knives of sharp lights they hid behind their back. An authoritarian owl, angrily kept threatening its opponents, by repeatedly stabbing the silence of the night, with his shocking hoots. When the cadaverous moon slyly came out of cloud thickets, trotting foxes hiding behind gravestones, made intermittent eerie howls, lacerating the dark muteness. A mighty night bird, off and on, drew its shadow, across the moon's surface, but never felt satisfied The barking dogs all at once stopped, and created panic. Like death knell, wind made noises, on the foliage of trees. A dejected lover, wrote a melancholy note, spilling out sad thoughts, in the faint light of a dying oil lamp. An adulterous woman, impatiently waited near her half opened window, looking out for her midnight paramour, who never keeps time as promised. The night stood still, spreading its serpent hood, listening to million secret sounds watching everything, without batting an eyelid.
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 3:49 AM UTC
Deceitful night
Night was ruled by deceit, every moment, deepening shadows moved with poisionous intentions, knives of sharp lights they hid behind their back. An authoritarian owl, angrily kept threatening its opponents, by repeatedly stabbing the silence of the night, with his shocking hoots. When the cadaverous moon slyly came out of cloud thickets, trotting foxes hiding behind gravestones, made intermittent eerie howls, lacerating the dark muteness. A mighty night bird, off and on, drew its shadow, across the moon's surface, but never felt satisfied The barking dogs all at once stopped, and created panic. Like death knell, wind made noises, on the foliage of trees. A dejected lover, wrote a melancholy note, spilling out sad thoughts, in the faint light of a dying oil lamp. An adulterous woman, impatiently waited near her half opened window, looking out for her midnight paramour, who never keeps time as promised. The night stood still, spreading its serpent hood, listening to million secret sounds watching everything, without batting an eyelid.
k-balachandran
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k-balachandran
Indian
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 3:49 AM UTC
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