Sonnet
A winter's breeze wafts over the quaint night moon.
Velvety leaves drift steadily upwards,
Everlasting day ends ever so soon.
River of time slowly ticking backwards.
Yielding life gives us an uncertain fate.
Bright streetlights illuminates the dark street.
As if our joy brings light and vanquishes hate.
Dim and sombre; is hate not discrete?
Sad and lame, dark streets, I have walked so many.
Over so many similar emotions.
Not hate, anger, nor distressful notions.
Neither is joy, or feelings so friendly.
Echoes of myself ring so clear, but not
Truely my echoes, for talk I had not.
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