Haze of dawn
Dusk of setting sun
in a splash is gone
cobweb shadows spun
A furnace blaze
The moon is caught
brands the days
the last battle fought
Hot iron of noon
Cold black of night
shadows swoon
tired of the fight
Golden orb reclines
On bed of clouds
as it fainting pines
raising out of night's shrouds
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: January 31st, 2026 03:16
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