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The Night’s Call
Night has come to call
on the city without repose
it whispers in a drawl
old regrets begin to crawl
as I walk the faded road
Smoke on the summers breath
in the few hours I have left
sitting by the sea
water grabs the sand
with an unburdened hand
and reaches out for me.
on the city without repose
it whispers in a drawl
old regrets begin to crawl
as I walk the faded road
Smoke on the summers breath
in the few hours I have left
sitting by the sea
water grabs the sand
with an unburdened hand
and reaches out for me.
Published 30th Jun 2024
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