A Trapped Enigma

The night is not dark

More blue and filled with errors

This is the twilight zone

A place for melancholy

And desire

Long gone memories returning

To the land of the dead

Fear and frozen fingers

Silence and mosquitos

Only the tiny creek

Provides some distracting noise

Listen, listen

Because you will not hear

Anything

Unless you are humble and patient

The forgotten gods is almost gone

Still present in the

White summer night

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