The evening hour…

The evening hour had

slowly taken over.

As the shadows dance

across the kitchen wall.

Her eyes stared empty

out of the window

while her hands rested

in the soapy sink water.

She could hear the wind

rustle the leaves

and smell the fresh cut grass

taking it in by the open window.

Longing to be free once again.

 

 

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