Rushing winds throwing my
Rushing winds throwing my hair around
Keepings limbs close
Warmth being chased out of my body
Resting on the filthy steps
First star in the sky
Standing alone but proud
Shining brighter than the late arrivals
So much confidence and pride
Slumping against the top step
Holding my head up with my shoulders
Gazing into the shimmering night sky
Feeling at ease
Letting cool air graze my bare neck
Long thick hair dangling freely
Legs stretched out
Elbows pressed against the rough cement
Rustling leaves in the soothing night
Small strange sounds setting the mood
Heart beats shaking my body
Muscles finally taking rest
Moment of peace
Realization of life itself
Enduring my repose
Undisturbed zone
Stowing away from the hassle
Hiding from the pressure
Stealing personal Leisure
This is my night
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