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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i can see it all :)
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