18 May 2009

Night falls, wandering lights that randomly catch the eye.

Night falls, purpose suddenly becoming a need, on, on.

Night falls, torches bearing the anger of the crowds.

Night falls, torches that speak of adventure in the caves.

Night falls, and one feels around, not knowing what to expect.

Night falls, and one wishes he could choose what to dream.

Night falls, and one is suddenly nowhere, except for stars.

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

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