In The Lonely Hour

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He walks the street,
aimlessly searching for tranquil.
Patiently observing natures fleet
as it unleashes its wonders.

That eventide…
The kind that forces a grin out,
The kind that lets the mind slide,
to a peaceful and beautiful site.

Darkness bows after this,
as it always at the sight of light.

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