By Nightfall Luminary

The sun enlightening at the front house two old armchair-in places by the postal — the vicinities were dinners in cycles’ parent’s table, the nightfall resembled sky, —and fling butterfly around upon spotlights lining by of sidewalk streets . . . Surprise was bound my moments the primary time you’d walk from my home . . . Stupefied, I got enacting take action about smiled between me teethes of cheer but, our nasty memories’ dated in dossiers stopped all my puller-goals and let you proceed without been Break up, your trial my call . . . I could fallow your way-along How could, you rendered that, after all? Sudden was three question mares, my mind but, asset wound was my heart thou I dismiss talk to you anew . . . In while, along as moment I felt myself odd, stupefied and mirthful in about You been presented, then, you walked pretense front my stand sat, an armchair, by the postal about 16 ft. away . . . stopped something in me, thy taking action then, I felt pitifully fallowed you fled in the mile, by the vicinity And street corners, —am now without seen you afresh’ by gone twenty year long ago, and this whereas then!