The Dim Light on the Ground

Leaves sway across the concrete, the crisp air carries them off

The dead sunlight bathes the area as the air caresses my skin only to leave it dry

It's getting dark and the leaves lose the golden strands of peace

What is left of the light I sit and watch as the dim becomes nothing but darkness

I can still hear the leaves scratching the pavement

It is the only company here

Then I feel something warm tug my fingers and I grasp a scent that fill my lungs with warmth

Catches my heart off guard as well

In the dark

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