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Post by anirbas on Jun 18, 2009 22:10:30 GMT -6
sun sinks in apricot bliss
dusk settles a lilac mantle across the day's long, dour face
the wins and losses fall gently into place- neither mattering more than the other when its all said and done
a mockingbird scansorially serenades the advent of evening hidden in the leafy bower of an ash tree
while I welcome the peace to be found in the graceful arms of the night wishing I had wings with which to take flight
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Post by sergosa on Aug 23, 2009 1:26:38 GMT -6
Hi, Anirbas! Lovely poem! Very tender description of the day's end ... Serosa.
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Post by anirbas on Aug 25, 2009 21:37:31 GMT -6
Thank you for your read and comments, Serg!
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