THE ISLAND

 

 

 

The flavor of evening circled the island,

holding ancient rocks within faint

gray mists, as ominous shadows pressed

silently onto waters smooth face.

A timid quiet descended, pushing out

the undersurface of day in retreat.

The occasional random sounds from creatures

moving about, makes little impact to

the surroundings as night becomes full.

The island casually drifts into black, held captive

without regret until dawn.

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