Blossoms form
fruits for the trees.
A wind that blows through the leaves;
like wrapped paper
riding on concrete floors.
And all that is known
will become known
as was known before.
For years have passed,
and in bright days,
moonlight glitters,
night remains.
Sounds may echo
of sirens, screams,
breaking doors,
batons thumping,
cracking wooden floors.
Though something remains,
behind the noise.
A presence that blows sweetly,
like a soft breeze over still waters.
Nights may seem to linger.
but the light continues to remain.

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