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  • Writer's pictureTony Frobisher

Shadows At Dusk


Shadows at Dusk Dusk arrives.. Gentle, quiet, unperturbed. And saddened shadows fall, Where once we walked; Impermanent and momentary. Shifting silent, unnoticed, Until those shadows of moments lost, Break again to fragments misshapen. And disperse into black. As night smothers all.

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