As the tiring night quietly forgot
The dying of the sun
rose the splendid moon
to bless the night
3 am on an October night
As I opened the windows
overlooking the treacherous life
of a man in his early sixties
a life of inks and papers
a newspaperman
In the digital age
of rushing days
and hectic afternoons
late-night cafes
and morning blues
I remembered
every tick and clang
of the quiet sound of travelling time
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC
As the tiring night quietly forgot
The dying of the sun
rose the splendid moon
to bless the night
3 am on an October night
As I opened the windows
overlooking the treacherous life
of a man in his early sixties
a life of inks and papers
a newspaperman
In the digital age
of rushing days
and hectic afternoons
late-night cafes
and morning blues
I remembered
every tick and clang
of the quiet sound of travelling time
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