Spring Evening

A most peculiar cul-de-sac Of buildings whose tears, Rusted permanently beneath Ill-fitting frames and glass, Drip in shades of brown and grey No different than the dust Of the earth. Outside the sun begins to laze About and loiter for a bit longer To enjoy the scenes that seem To unfold from newly Invigorated spirits […]

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Light refuses To fade Behind the mountain, Erected on The distance Like a facade. Colors dull To greyed hues, Not quite Losing tone As losing Spirit. Quiet colors Besiege this Silent shell Of a home As night Rejoices And day Descends. Dull thuds In the distance, The sound Of footsteps. A door Opens, Colors return, […]

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