In the dusk of light,
it was evening twilight.
I walked through misty rain,
sounds gain and woeful pain.
Leafing on pew, a light glare
appeared a silhouette with soft air.
Damp road and the moist clothes,
sat a gentleman with deep brows.
His crescent eyebrows & ribboned eyelashes,
dark eyes & smile flashes.
Wanted to be soaked in the stories of his dreams,
but heavy downpour & cloud screams.
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