Black sweeps in, blue fades away
and thus night overcomes the day.
Wind sifts shrubbery's thick hair
rolling green strands everywhere
and I am caught in grey footfalls
echoes along narrow stalls.
Alone in shadows, heading home
lamplight flickers, almost gone;
much like heart beneath my breast
it gave too much, has little left.
Yet I wander, mind awake
observing all this give and take;
will storm approaching finally hit
or keep on stirring in a fit?
I feel the pressure it imparts
and long with it for end to start.
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