Perched on the windowsill,
I watched the Sun setting.
The shadows deepening
Twilight falling.
The dusk painting the sky
in myriad hues.
There's a longing in me,
a poignant desire,
to hold onto the
last of the Sun's rays.
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Author:
Jay (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem holds a special place in my heart. I first started writing poems when I was in college. But I stopped writing in between and it was recently, 2 years back to be precise, that I again started writing. This poem was the first one I wrote, after a long gap of 40 years.
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Those sun rays will always be with you at the beginning of each new day.
Andy
A very positive outlook. Yes, always look forward to each new day, to the Sun rising and filling the earth with golden sunlight. I pray to the sun every day and bow my head before the life giver.
'The shadows deepening, dusk painting the sky: a longing in me,
Twilight falling in myriad hues: a poignant desire,'
as enthralling a read, as that idyllic twilight you depict..
my, what a gifted Poet you are
thank you for choosing to share, your unquestionable talent..
(please, forgive me
for rearranging your lines a little, I sincerely meant no disrespect
just couldn't control my overzealous, selfish - desire
to share with you how your poetry, spoke to me)
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