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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
