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Greg Parke : Photography & Poetry

Silver Light

Hollow clouds cover a cryptic moon
It shines its silver light illuminating the blackened sky
Odd shadows form from the fall trees
The trees stand still
Almost as if they were frozen by the night
Frozen with fright

A man walks his through the ere Edgemont streets
He yells at a kid standing in the dark
The kid was just trying to capture the cryptic beauty on film
A still to capture the beauty of that night
A still to capture the beauty of the silver light