When twilight falls
Its fingers grasp
The days remains
Its shadow cast
Upon the ground
A shimmering cloak
A fading moment
Darkness strokes.
The dreams of youth
The inner eye
Of memories
Their form to fly
Upon invisible wings
To touch each star
That now glimmer
In darkening sky.
Each hope that ventured
Upon the breeze
Of Summers past
Leaves on trees
That fell in Autumns
Shaky start
That died in Winters
Broken heart.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
Good write N. Twilight came.... and you were still waiting for that bus! lol.
still there now, flask and sandwiches lol
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