I must’ve forgotten to shut the door

I must’ve forgotten to shut the door,

but the wind has swept in new scents,

of shudder wing dust and tread of light.

By the old fire place and bad dog night,

old memories are stirred.

Age has scarred the strings of dawn

to remind us, of the transience.

I stared too long into the evening descent,

let it into the sanctuary of my soul.

It dwelt in a lil strangeness and awe.

Deep with the hidden verses.

Musing. musing.

Ah, an Evening of my own.

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