Time moves.
When the sun is swallowed by the darkness over the sky..
And the sky is as red as blood, washed the horizon with shadows of black..
The sky cackled, the birds flying trough,
Aware of the darkness that chasing them.back to the nest in the mountains.
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Jose Lu (http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dark-forest-night/)

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