Color of Night
- Paul Branham
- May 4, 2018
- 1 min read
Color of Night
As I saw her standing there, walking the streets night falls. Another side, another world if you can imagine? A shadow cast upon her as she is mesmerizing. I have not seen her before. As I walk theses streets with eyes wide open. Painted lines with pastel forever sketch in my mind. Only seen in the colors of night.
She did not turn as she walked away. So I am left in a state of mindless control. Have I been here before, have we been here before. As she fades away memories begin to appear. Lost love, twisting streets flickering lights a street shadow of romance.
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