Hour 18; Night again

In shadows deep, the lone banyan tree shakes its branches
A haunting breath whispers secrets deep
Amidst the silence of the night, they duet a death dance
The owl in the nearby tree traps its prey
A ghost of memories silently weep
A realm of dreams; their secrets keep
The sun rises, the night is gone and all is well
Until it is night again…

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