Under the darkened sky , we walk .
Flapping of feathery wings , birds flock .
On the almost black pavement , words
deteriorate as they are spoken .
People . People are always rushing somewhere
not wanting to get frozen by the frosty cold air.

The last piece of beauty awaits its time,
hiding behind the ominous clouds .
Its almost midnight , the hour will soon chime .
Amidst constant appointments ,
deadlines and anniversaries,
I'm just admiring the  earth and its mysteries .
I am acquainted with  nightfall and its miracles ,
familiar  with its unbelievable oracles .