Often.....
At dusk....
As sky gets darker...
As the birds fly back home....
As a hush descends....
With silence all around me....
Often....
My thoughts wanders away...
As memories...
Keep coming back...
Often....
I wonder....
Is it only me...
Or...
Is this....what...
Each one...feels...
That...
Can I...
Ever....walk away...
From here...
To somewhere new....
Where....
No one....
Or...
Nothing....
Will ever...
Pursue me....
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