Sunset (still kinda working on it)

by AlyssaBrook   Oct 20, 2007


The Daylight breaks
The burning sun decays
A crisp Twilight blinds
All witnessing eyes
Blue skies trimmed
In grey shadow
Radiant color swallowed
In dusk
A turbulent occupant
Thrashing what is left

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