Another Stroll

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Editors Choice January 21, 2023

Beneath the crescent moon's gentle gleam,
A man strides forth in a nocturnal dream.
Ate My Crayons, with colors divine,
Sketches his journey in the inky design.

On the path homeward, where shadows play,
Footsteps weave tales, a lyrical array.
In the canvas of night, the traveler roams,
Ate's brush whispers secrets as he ambles towards home.

Stars in the heavens, witnesses on high,
Illuminate the way, where dreams touch the sky.
A palette of moments, in each step unfurls,
Ate My Crayons paints the journey of worlds.

Through meadows of memories, by rivers of time,
The man walks on, in rhythm and rhyme.
In the artist's hands, the night comes alive,
Ate's crayons dance, and his journey will thrive.