night happens everywhere

people and places,
rope of a snake,
chains restraining the order.

change is fun,
change is growth,
clinging, not that much.

the killing of possibilities,
of the chilly passing breeze,
of the flow of a stream,
the cycle of life,
birth till dying.

why stick to pieces,
and not have it all?

why settle and remain so,
night happens everywhere.

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