Embers of Tomorrow
September 23, 2024•350 words
In the stillness of late autumn’s breath,
trees sway beneath a fading light,
loneliness hums beneath each step,
as dusk gives way to autumn night.
Across the winds, I hear a call,
a soft reminder of what was near,
moments shared beneath these skies,
now just echoes I hold dear.
My heart stirs with silent grace,
though tired, it beats against the storm,
each leaf that falls brings thoughts of you,
and in the cold, I still feel warm.
Mist settles low upon the earth,
the world grows dim, but hop...
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