Muted hues fading into dusk,

Surrounded shadows that obscure the light,

As if to promise an awareness of what's real and what is not,

Yet, cloaked by uncertainty, even in the glow of hindsight.


Dim lights, briefly flicker,

In breeze that sometimes come to call,

A scene that conjures in me some sort of perspective,

A glimpse of what is there, but may not be at all...




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