The air is cold
I missed this.
The amber glowing glares at my back,
Its glowering concern of my travels
Dipping slowly below the horizon
I forgot this magic
The "wrong" adventures,
The temporary gold of sunlight
Wavering before distant storm clouds
I can't wait for this gathering
After the sun has set,
My peers and "children" singing softly
Away from dangerous homes,
I've missed
Walking away
From the safety of a home
At sunset
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 3:37 AM UTC
The air is cold
I missed this.
The amber glowing glares at my back,
Its glowering concern of my travels
Dipping slowly below the horizon
I forgot this magic
The "wrong" adventures,
The temporary gold of sunlight
Wavering before distant storm clouds
I can't wait for this gathering
After the sun has set,
My peers and "children" singing softly
Away from dangerous homes,
I've missed
Walking away
From the safety of a home
At sunset
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