ok, i finally got it done.
wanted to make it abit longer
but i confess, i got bored.




Friday, 290803

the young boy flees, with contrive
time and again, he returns in kind
a benign spirit, endowed with a smile
a journey almost done now

alas the evening sun,
living through the glass
all the town that flew past

alas the cold turning warm
with a sigh and another
all the dream worlds he rather

slipping; a life gone away
he lays down a flower,
crying a tinge of grey
the town's in slumber
a journey almost done now

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