by forgingpaths

The warmth of the sun
That filled me all day
Is sinking behind
the cold blue hills

The chill in the air
Smells of decay
The dead leaves
Swirl about the ground.

The sky quickly darkens
Streets become empty
Alone I am walking
as Night pounces

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