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Embracing in Twilight
A pink blossom sprouts
Upon two blank canvases.
Tis for not; a rose in wetted color
Stands prominent on center stage.
The shadows move down the planes,
All shades of Vermilion fading to dark ink.
Yet the beat will never fade-
It resonates where nurturing swells meet steel-
As light falls beneath our feet
Leaving traces mocking your life hue:
This time is for us alone.
Tis a Beaut!
This poem, along with the hopeful image etched into it. Very nice, aspiring dreams. Welcome to PP. :)
The Poet Speaks
Welcome to PostPoems. Enjoyed this one. Ethereal float inside marvelous images ~Star~
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