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The Night's Question

By WaffleOcean2934, Rogers, MN

Rusty fall leaves settle on my head
As the orange barn cat slinks around
The day is falling towards sun-set
But I choose to lay on the ground

The dying grass is cold on my skin
As I breathe in the crisp night air
The clouds above are starting to thin
So I can decide what's up there

In the dark whispers appear
Blowing through the winds dark path
Questioning why I am here
As if I don't belong to the land

But my stubborn mind is rooted down
Like the land my forefathers have lived
But questions stir up feelings of doubt

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