The sun softly whispered “Goodbye” as it began its descent.
Enthusiasm refused to ebb, as the seas spoke of symphonies.
The stars spring forth and will not lend themselves to sorrow—
as the light of day brings promise, of yet another, tomorrow.
-
Author:
Dford1 (
Offline) - Published: October 17th, 2018 11:46
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 23
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.