in the undergrowth
the sky is golden over the lake
and fades to baby blue
where the grey buildings
almost blend in
the wind gently shuffles the leaves
a sound that does not cover
the distant noise of a night train
passing through town
the grass tickles my ankles
as midnight whispers in my ear
tempting me
to walk into the sea of green
disappearing into the landscape
making friends in the undergrowth
© coldscars
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