Dusk walking-Lyrics of the Night series
I had a cup of Luke-warm tea, and then I walk the dusk auburn.
I see bird nests on light posts, looking untidy in the setting sun.
In the dark I hear a creaking swing. but when I look for a child, I find no one.
I stare into a window at a pretty girl, the woman I love, unfortunately a nun.
Small black pestering bats fly above my head, and immediately my hand draws a gun.
I walk with men returning from prayers, but alone I walk, in the company of none.
Despite the horror of the passing dusk tomorrow I walk again with the absent sun.
hoping you liked the poem,
this is the second in the series of “the lyrics of the night”.
Stay tuned for more..
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