Evening Cascades sounds of the
City with the silent shades of trees. I
Listen to the breeze carrying leaves and debris
Into the sky
Peace grounds its presence in
Simplicity and silence while the sun recedes into the
Evening. There's no need for " you, them, we, or I."
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OneWithPen
I write fiction and poetry focused on inner conflict, fractured relationships, and the quiet moments where people confront who they are. Read at your own pace. Stay if something resonates.
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