A deep sigh
Presses twilight
Ribboned flames
Of dying sun
Winter sky
Elopes with
Fading moments
Night has come.
A familiar echo
Past and present
Ripples bittersweet
Upon the air
The moon it has
A solemn face
The hour forgot
To comb its hair.
Ragged are
The memories
A falling deck
Of cards
The perfume fades
In silent rooms
Wrapped in solitude
Who cares ?
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: June 19th, 2026 02:29
- Category: Unclassified
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