Promenade

As I lie along the promenade,
Footsteps of the weary passerby
Render me sleepless during the night.
While steeping in the warm breath of our moon
I dream of a life relieved of all basic human interaction.
The absence of all things living greatly appeals to me and
I quickly become lost in thought.
After coming to, I cast my suspicions upon thee raucous strangers;
Perpetrators of disturbance against this otherwise still and subtle twilight.

by Tyler Abraham

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Well written poem Sylvs
THIS IS REALLY INSPIRING
I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.u
One of my favorites!
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