The Crepuscule
I stow in solitude
where wilding grow
gazing at the stars across
the calm space filled
of nostalgic moonlight
awe-inspiring days
at which point you were
the foremost of me
& in which spot I was the best
of you
whilst sloppy husk
catch my tears
of visions
to float ethereally
beyond
gloaming skies
within your
Warm embrace
Written: August 28, 2022
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