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November
Posted by Sylvan Sylph, Jul 5, 2008. 365 views. ID = 1459
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 | Something I wrote while in college after a walk across campus on an exceptionally warm November evening. |  | This post has been awarded 28 stars by 7 readers. |
I walk the pathways in the dark--alone--enjoying for this moment the feel of the night air.
The warmth of the day has dimmed to a tender chill. The breeze still carries a hint of the dying sun. I know soon it will again become a bitter cold, but for this moment I am content to embrace its gentle touch as it brushes past my face with a soft caress.
Voices echo across the water. Laughter rings out. I peer into the half-darkness, trying to make out who walks the night with me. Do I know them? Does it matter? No, not tonight. Tonight I walk alone and enjoy the peaceful quiet of my own company.
Is it strange to be friends with one's self? If it is, do I care? I don't think so. Life is simpler that way.
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Hannah
Jul 8, 2008 | I love autumn, I have written so many poems about it :P I like this one especially.
~Posted by Hannah, Jul 8, 2008 |
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