Keeping pace
Saving grace
Easing my mind
Writing yet another line
Picking up a pen
Thinking, wondering where to begin, perhaps even when
In the stillness of the night shadows dance
Words whisper, softly as the writer lingers as in a trance
Listening to the stillness, forgetting the years
Turning ever so slightly, the twilight forgets the sparkle
that contains the shimmering tears
Keeping pace
Erasing every trace
Expressing a truth, opening a door
Scraping away the muddy film, shedding the light, a little
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