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Gloaming. Shadow and light Mourn the blue hour — Their strangled child With an awful glower On the face And cyanotic flower In the drooping hands. Iron silence in the rain of sorrow. It died... still dying... and will die. Yesterday . Today. Tomorrow. Morning or evening Is still a time of troubles. Birds screams in pain And the world crumbles. The rusty name creaks On cold blue lips. I hear the winds — They breathe for me. The trees are falling. I drown in gloaming, The blue hour has stolen My defenseless soul.
