In the sunset.. that follows the day... an eager little boy walks home..
For he had a pact with a friend.. an ode to give..
All nights mirror each other.. but darkness mirrors none..
He thought of the old lore.. The one his mother, had sung him to sleep..
Counted the pebbles.. felt their warmth against his palm..
for they had lain within the sweaty warm envelope formed by his palm..
The twilight began to slip in..
His legs.. crushed the the twigs beneath them..
tossed some dirt and mud into the pond.. that led the frogs lazying on its rim croak in frenzy..
The mission had been accomplished.. but no waste of adrenaline..
Walk seemed more peaceful, less agitated..measured yet bursted..
The crooked smile crept on his face..
and decided to stay there for a while..
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