Dusk
The light retreats and its elements step down,
Shadows grow longer and stand bolder.
There’s an awakening and an emergence.
Time opens another door.
Mysteries traverse and converse.
The soul encounters the dark tides.
February 19, 2025.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2025
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