I walk into darkness, unhurried, alone The sounds of my footsteps, carry on in a drone Shuffling along streets, once cobblestone Far away, I can hear them, the words, intone Shadows surround me, make nary a sound Darting through buildings, unearthing the ground Where have I journeyed? What have I found? I’ve awakened the dead, […]

via Friday Fantasy ~ Disinclined – #poetry — Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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