Blues at Dusk — Image by kenne
The Light
is no more outside the window, or
on the walls. All that was dissolves.
I watch the lights of evening
flicker across the way
as moths flutter near the
lights of limited space
in an unlimited world
brushing up against the darkness.
— kenne
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