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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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asakiyume November 3 2009, 18:28:46 UTC
This is just beautiful. Really lovely. The melancholy is intense, and real.

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merexcursion November 3 2009, 18:32:12 UTC
thanks!

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salyey_marya November 3 2009, 19:00:56 UTC
so beautiful verse.

i can see it all :)

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merexcursion November 5 2009, 12:51:59 UTC
thanks!

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