I wish to share with you just this piece
of red twilight,
dying like the ember of fire,
hidden in the ash,
strokes of the impressionists' steel and sky.
Take it in your palm,
feel that same warmth of flame
that forged the coin of gold and set aflame the seas
Let it burn in your hands, as it does mine,
lighting my soul from the grey and bleakness
In colors of pink and silver
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Author:
Alejandro R. (
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Comments1
Great imagery and wonderful metaphors for the red twilight. Thanks for sharing!
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