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Nov 03, 2009 12:12

The evening horizon swirls pink, blue
and greys,

the greys I know, but

the others taunt me
with their pleasantry.

Forlorn shadows stretch out to form
a path aside,

familiar,

yet here I stand
in the foreign glow
of a failing sun,

waiting...

poems

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