The day was slipping over the hill
turning the sky pink
radiance fading in to color,
light scattering in to one thousand pieces of dark
dissipating in to night,
the tickle of the grass damp with evening dew
runs itself around my bare leg.
I could lift up off this stone bench
and fly over the roses that smell like rain,
but an arm around my shoulder
and a familiar smell
brings me back,
make my mind spin in to thoughts of nothingness ].
The contentment plays a smile cross my lips
and spreads through out.
Shadows spill into the sky
and the perfect day
dissolves,
into the perfect night.
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