Walk In Light

I walk in a mountain town, late at night, full of suburban sprawl and banality.

But still, people live and die here.

The stars shine where death came, young lives taken, just naive kids.

I try to be pure again, like them.

I walk to the memorial garden, and say a silent prayer for them.

The stars are crisp in a winter sky.

The blooming flowers, spring coming, but little hope now in rebirth.

Walk in light, even as death comes.

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