Sun slowly surrendering to the night,
on a cool, calm, dusk in the fall,
leaves colored and brittle crunch under my feet,
the light paints a silhouette, of mountains and trees,
hills and brick walls,
the shadows slowly engulfing the dim light.
Life itself recedes into the gallows of the dark,
as if to stop while the shine disappears,
only to return, and bloom in the morning glow.
Soon it will be winter, colder, darker, white,
until the sun returns, the light, the shine, the glow,
reemerges from the night.
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 4:45 PM UTC
Sun slowly surrendering to the night,
on a cool, calm, dusk in the fall,
leaves colored and brittle crunch under my feet,
the light paints a silhouette, of mountains and trees,
hills and brick walls,
the shadows slowly engulfing the dim light.
Life itself recedes into the gallows of the dark,
as if to stop while the shine disappears,
only to return, and bloom in the morning glow.
Soon it will be winter, colder, darker, white,
until the sun returns, the light, the shine, the glow,
reemerges from the night.
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