Twilight
Foot falls echo,
moving slowly down the barren street,
Off empty windows,
unblinking eyes staring,
Twilight and tendrils of fog mingling,
and whispering in the cold silence,
Surrounding me,
its presence comforting and quiet,
enveloping me and holding me close without question,
or hesitation,
As strong oaks stand guard, watching,
a breath of wind whispering through them,
a muffled rustle the only sound other than my own breath,
A scene so seemingly lonely and bleak,
fills me with quiet peace,
At one with the infinite beauty surrounding me.
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