Darkness

A picture of the poem, written on a typewriter.

I stroll through the dark
The path through trees.
It is cool, damp, quiet
Dark.
To the left I see light
sitting at the edge
breaking through the trees.
It calls, invites.
I look forward, continue on.
I wander through the darkness
and it wanders through me.

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