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Saturday, April 9, 2011

vernal nightfall

thick scents of jasmine and orange blossoms
with every breath invading, overtaking
intoxicating, heavy

crepuscular sounds
of eerie nighttime creatures
the darkness is almost
the light is not quite

no breeze
air heavy with perfume
cobalt turns to midnight blue
beacons begin to penetrate the vault of heaven
finally brighter
than the gloaming

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