I await my perfect moment, when time takes a break, when the clouds will stop rolling, and the leaves
will cease to shake, when the wind takes it’s pause; its only then that I stop, Savouring every moment of
this cause. A moment when the day is not quite gone, and the night is not quite Here, when gray skies
turn scarlet, and a simple glance, is replaced by a Motionless a stare
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A beautiful description on dusk, tasty job is done. My 10 for it.