molten glaze smoldering,
sun setting lower
until reaching that threshold
of late afternoon leaving,
in quality of refraction -
dying neon,
bleeding into black -
hugging tired day
rocking the hours
into quiet stillness.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: September 2nd, 2018 15:39
- Comment from author about the poem: Written after looking at sunset yesterday.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
your description was outstanding on this piece. Well done work!
Thanks!
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