The cool fresh air of the night was there to greet me
The stillness captured in the skies that had rained,
The unbridled shouts and screams and cries
In the optimism of the departing day ingrained;
The empty silence wrapped its arms around me
And took me back to the busy day
And I relived all the joyous games and laughter
Under the dank clouds sombre grey;
Homework done, races run, marbles rolled, blue and gold,
Christmas tree both bought and built,
Little figures round a table in the dark
Drinks poured, slurped and spilt;
And now the nothingness of the evening
With not a whisper left to betray
The unbridled shouts and screams and cries
That filled the departing day
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Paul Gerard Reed (
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Comments2
A sunset of those around where voices and smiles fade behind the mountain of the night leaving only shadow memories. A most nostalgic and wistful feeling. Lovely
Great write
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