night

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fused sketch of shadows and gentle glows
of rustic lamp post and faint crescent moon
sipping a moment as the eerie hour falls
as my feet always drew me to the shore

it's the sound of the waves; and
the evening radio from the cottage i'm in
more whilst the sand caressed my feet
a night that always wraps me in awe every bit.

-alirhio

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