strollingPoetry by Phoebe

An Evening Stroll.

Crescent beauty shaped by night
painting serenity that mystifies.
Eclipsed over meandering tears,
we roam amongst the trees-
a tranquil thought,
a troubled mind freed.
Tomorrow’s song,ย its rising morn-
ย a promise to dawn’s wider seas.

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