poetry

Darkling

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Not a soul treads frosted tarmac,

Deserted, hollow, wet,

Laced with an ivory chill.

Decayed metal against

A murky stillness,

Drained and muted,

Yet catching whispers of the mist

From between the trees left

Standing shivering in the darkling sky.

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