The hidden shadow
Swung far down
Swiftly spreading
Darkness all around
Like a fear of unseen eyes
That could kill
An innocent figure
Pleasant and fragile
So as to smile
When threatened for life
That I could see
From my little house
Everything
As I silently closed
My windows
And downed the shutters
To let the vehicles pass
Outside
It is getting dark
I slow my path
I must be far
From when I left
I do not remember
All whom I met
And I do not hear
The speech at last
Sounds well
For someday I may ask
If I fancied my walk.
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