/ˈspektrə/
At night, everything becomes a prism,
even the rain.
even the rain.
Wavelengths come to life in the dark
and
spectrums make love
in frequencies we do not know about.
At night, everything has a soul.
Everything is alive.
Every sound is magnified in darkness,
every movement, in silence.
Everything becomes a prism at night.
At night, everything has a soul.
Everything is alive.
Every sound is magnified in darkness,
every movement, in silence.
Everything becomes a prism at night.
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