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Dusk Everlasting
Hovering between ground
And painted atmosphere,
He views an endless sunset.
Along he goes, chasing the sun
At just the right speed as to
Witness everlasting dusk.
Were he to take his image
Of the earth from this moment,
It would resemble a bruised fruit.
Sometimes a heart-warming
Orange, or perhaps a vivid pink.
At other times a deep regal
Violet or a striking blood red.
In this eternal paradise of
Color all is well and good,
And desperately he hopes to stay.
But eventually he wakes and sighs,
As the dream recedes further
And further into oblivion.
Dusk Everlasting
I enjoyed this poem very much. You indeed have a gift for writing. Keep it up.
Thanks!
Your kind words encourage me to, and I will certianly try my best, thank you
We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.
We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.