• pheazero 2w

    Trees swooned in the night breeze.
    The cold loomed around in vicissitudes of silence left behind by a lonely soul.
    Haunted, the night possessed the dogs.
    Their barks resonated with the cold.
    The night consumed today's darkness and sprinkled them within shadows cast by the neon lights.
    The sky spluttered, breeze also did soothe itself to welcome the warmth of the day.
    The light cast a thousand spell and the cold did go away.
    As did our soul , burning in charms of superficial facades.
    ©pheazero