day and night in 3 days


three days

Day brought freedom

the tango of dreams

and light


Night was seduction

lying beneath her

watching every move


Day returned memory

bird to branch

desire in its claws


Night was rapture

kneeling on shore

the moon past reason


Day left itself

on the landscape

weeping until dusk


Night approaches

turning red, bare birches

on the horizon

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