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I Often Witness Those

I Often Witness Those
Silvern

Almost zero-powered night lamp,
Created a shadow on my ceiling.
The rotation of fan blades
Create a slow but continuous wave.
The pendulum seems to be dancing in sync.
The smell of silence of the night,
We can feel these nights.
Those nights take me to a different planet.
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EIGHT – 01.11.26
WRITE A POEM ABOUT SOMETHING YOU SAW ON YOUR CEILING.