Shadows small grow long in the fall, darkness takes their place
Fading light impairs memory's sight, a blur of moving pace
Cooling air, as ice of despair weathers an aging face
The call of night a warm bed's delight, at the end of day's race
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: May 7th, 2025 03:09
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Comments1
A fine write SB.
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