midnight

the rain has stopped
ground is still damp
flowers fallen on the street
the trees, deep in sleep

the street is lonely
and the night, is dark
wind chill blowing hard
street light, on and off

my steps are noisy
neighbors are silent
dog is staring at me
and stars are smiling

shadow is following me
not behind, but next to me
and I touched it quietly
laughing in the midnight!

Srik

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