I wandered far from the beckoning lights,
in the company of banyan trees and shadows.
I wandered through Spanish moss-covered oaks,
and hazy moonlight, away from the distant glow.
I wandered down dim paths,
seeking lights to hold as my own.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 9:12 PM UTC
I wandered far from the beckoning lights,
in the company of banyan trees and shadows.
I wandered through Spanish moss-covered oaks,
and hazy moonlight, away from the distant glow.
I wandered down dim paths,
seeking lights to hold as my own.
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