It creeps up forlorn lanes,like shadows gaining shape,
scary,
after sunset.
It trickles down mossy walls,
like droplets of water,
tiny,
after a quick drizzle.
It sweeps the brazen fields,
like wind with its own mind,
hoarse,
after rushing down the hills.
It laps up the shores,
like waves, tall and high,
mad,
after flowing for miles.
It slowly pervades the heart,
like needles piercing the skin,
sharp,
till it goes all numb.
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