pristine parchment folded out
epistles composed
astronomers dream
never will there be
an empty verse
we dawn our way
each carcass dissolving
within faint meandering
molten magenta
when these letters
found upon their page
become skies
do not mourn last light
become now
beyond each
garment
nimbus moths
have flown
into
dusk
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Author:
Mourgana of the Fey (
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- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange, Damaso
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Comments3
And so with us all as we fade away into the twilight. Very nice
Thank you Soren
As with Life we slowly fade away, enjoyed the read
Thank you Poetic Licence
Welcome
Wonderful metaphor, powerful poem. A fave for sure! Love your work Mourgana! 🌹👏
Thank you Tristan happy to know you enjoyed this piece, the last days and sunsets have been totally amazing, around the Solstice the time of dusk is beyond magical. Have wonderful days! Greetings and blessings
R
Indeed. You are most welcome, my friend.
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