Nightly quiet

A sip of tea and
looking into the distance
twilight closing in
birds returning
on the windowsill
a cat walks by so quietly
beads on the wrist feel numb unequivocally
shadow is moving back and forth
seems to be scrawling the lament of life
sound of falling leaves
gently falls to the ground
thoughts with a soul
floating around
facing the emptiness of a world
not a bright word generated
all is staying silent.

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