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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
Atop Ayres Rock. A commotion . A convention of Bunyips...
Grinding, shouting, music
Smiling faces, rich aromas, conversations
Lovers, friends, strangers
Relax, unwind, sun's low in sky
The street light shinesThe thunder and lightning screamThe rain blocks the light
Things go unnoticed,
soon trampled underfoot.