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Sep 2013
No time for day, just night
no change in temperature
only humidity.

This midnight cathedral
is a home to many
in this cold dark domain.

Blind small crickets scamper
around in bat droppings
anaemic spiders feed.

Bats breeding babies fall
eye less fish swim in pools
grubs and such on the walls.

Seeping through porous rock
rushing water sounding
rains from the land of light.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
(London UK)   
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   Olivia Kent
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