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Grinding, shouting, music
Smiling faces, rich aromas, conversations
Lovers, friends, strangers
Relax, unwind, sun's low in sky
Atop Ayres Rock. A commotion . A convention of Bunyips...
in the cold silence
ten black birds perch on a branch
then fly to the sky
the bright moon at night
I can't even describe it
I just sit and stare
The street light shinesThe thunder and lightning screamThe rain blocks the light
Things go unnoticed,
soon trampled underfoot.