#1643-Nighttime
29/01/2022
End of a long workday.
When dreams hibernate,
Naked trees long for leaves,
And the sun gently bows,
To darkness slowly approaching.
But friends are on hand.
Listening to stories,
Of olden times,
From elders patiently recounting,
Tales of belief and hope,
Having lived night times,
That have always passed.
