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Evening Walk

Our footsteps amble down the dusty lane.
Daylight sinks to twilight once again.
And her, her tender, far-off looking eyes
Watch amending colors fill the skies.
And I, my thoughts are drawn to distant lands,
Where we could flee beyond the world’s demands,
And live, disburdened from the many pains,
That ever keep the race of men in chains…

The final beams of sunlight warm her face.
I feel pervading goodness in this place.
A breeze picks up and stirs her silken hair.
She brings a warmth of goodness everywhere.

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