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Into the night

© Jonathan McHugh 2020
The day is getting shorter 
The nights, longer. 
Tired from all the shining
All season long
The Sun slowly gives way
To the waiting Stars in the sky. 

I can see so many more of them 
The new ones
Of the old ones
Who did not have time enough 
For their final goodbyes. 


In memory of the elderly who passed away during these pandemic times.
Image © Jonathan McHugh 2020


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