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Thoughts Glisten

This sun sets slowly,

Quietly and lowly

As winter moon peeks out

Without a whisper, nary a shout.

The concrete beneath is cold

While no longer feeling bold

In this waiting, I listen

As my thoughts do glisten.

12/09/2008

Author's Note: ... a metaphor for death.....

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