Evening
Evenings chill lingers
into the blue light
a wayfarer of fine form
dolefully finds himself
A listless man wishes
on brazen stars
burning deep into his dreamy glare
Against the dark elm
the form of a boy is seen
it prevails amongst the darkened skies
He is his own master
forging his destiny
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