The sun slips under the drowsy clouds.
The birds fly just above, as if they were made to be shadows against the darkening sky.
The wind yawned at the sight of the nearby nesting foxes.
The moon started to shine down on all the night crawlers, as if welcoming them to the dark.
My eyes started to close and I took my last cold breath.
The light feeding into my room started to recede back to the dark.
Shadows started to dance on my ceiling.
All living things around me started to slowly fade into the dark, cold background.
My heart slowed down and my lungs ceased to work.
The last sight I saw, was the tree limbs waving in the wind.
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Into My Mind
PoetryThis book describes what goes on in my head. It let's you see what I think about, or what I'm feeling at the moment. Some are actual stories that I may, or may not continue. Others are not exactly poems, but thoughts that I need to get out. My soul...
