|This Is Night (standard:drama, 144 words)|
|Author: Ann Onymity||Added: Nov 17 2007||Views/Reads: 1932/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A pem about a cold night...|
This Is Night Darkness. Everywhere. It is Night. I find myself gazing up into the starry oblivion of the moonless sky. I watch as my breath glides out of my mouth and turns into transparent clouds of white colorless fog. I look around me. My searching eyes rest on the trees, remembering the glorious luster of bloom they were not long ago. Now only remains spindly brown bodies, stripped of their golden splendor, still and naked in the dark bitter night. My eyes are stilled by the ground. Dead, rust colored leaves are strewn across the icy motionless grass. Frigid dew clings to its frozen blades. Clings, clings just as the last retreating instants of the somber night clings to the slowly brightening heavens, before it slips into the final melancholy repose of defeat as night fades into day. Darkness. Everywhere. It is Night. Tweet
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