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Falling leaves in gray, wind blows.
Flat land void of hills,
Growing black twisted trees.
Only trees...evenly spaced.

I follow along a low stone wall,
Thinking it might take me somewhere.
Water falls, chilling.
To numb to feel, my feet bare.

It is hard to walk
For i am cold.
And the sky
Seemed forever to rain, gray.

The light strange with no sound except,
Rain falling on leaves,
Leaves falling with the rain.
I might fall as well.

To stare at the sky.
No diffrence within
The shade of gray.
As if
there were no clouds at all.

A gray world.
I said it aloud.
It felt right.

Darkness in Poetry