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And on that high Hill, as the sun sets,
A young boy can be found, a silhouette,
Sitting wrapped in thought,
Just waiting, just watching the dusk,
Care-free, young, as the world turns,

Whilst the stars and moon in the radiant heavens,
Spread their tranquil light in a slumbering earth,
The boy waits, and just watches the night.

Author's Note

Just. Something, something i want to be, something i wish with all my heart was me...

Reviews

[Sydelle Houston]

Your description placed me on top of that hill right next to that young boy. Nicely done.