Writing

Streetlights Of Childhood | Poem

Warm glows of orange and yellow dance their streams of light. Though empty, not shallow in the summer night.   Birds have flown to home. Cicadas hiss their song. Though I feel alone, In the warmth, I play along.   The sun begins to fade A candlelight to day. Younger memories I hold. In a… Continue reading Streetlights Of Childhood | Poem

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