Before the End

Waltzing at sundown, we tread the shadows,

Our footsteps softly imprinting in the dust;

And music, faint and swooning,

Drifts out from an open window down the street.

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Step by step, we gently sway,

Turning slow circles in the empty lane.

Behind us, the sky’s an orange blur

And the sinking sun – it slowly fades.

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Even as darkness slowly cloaks us in its embrace,

We continue stepping to the melancholic beat,

Knowing that the end draws near

And slowly dancing circles all the same.

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This entry was published on January 10, 2013 at 7:27 PM. It’s filed under Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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