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Dusk walking-Lyrics of the Night series

Dusk walking

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..

And here is a perspective.:)

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