before night

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Shadows of figures
spread on the slate,
tremble at dusk’s onset,
move along the way.

Shadows of figures,
stretch, fade, grow gray,
as the light weakens
move along the way.

Shadows of figures,
silenter than leaves,
leave not a whisper
move along the way.

Shadows of figures,
spread on the clay,
tremble at dusk’s onset,
Move alone, away.