Sunlight on my face
Is warm upon my eyelids,
Casting black shadows
The books in their row
Sit on my shelf in silence—
Speaking without sounds
Orange and trembling
A leaf falls from a tree branch.
I put out the lamp
Darkness conceals you
The light consumed by absence.
Stars twinkle and fade
Moon in a blue sky.
Shadow of an owl poised
In the night’s brightness
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