Private treasures

As my thoughts mellowed under the coming shadow of the night a subtle voice penetrated the dark walls of my senses.
Faint songs of swollen birds receding to their safe caverns from the coming darkness.
The shadows of those glorious trees stretched towards the firmament thus faded to the hue of the pastures below.
Clouds now thinly stretched across the dim light skies.
Alas! I see a bird flying high above the coming of mortal pleasures!
Past memories lose their taste, harder now to grasp, as those doors of our private treasures close to prepare our houses for something new.


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