DuskA Poem by Im His Daughter
The sky, orange
Painted like a spilled paint can, Over the entire world Sizzling sunset, Meets a sea, blue. Reminds me of a campfire. Burnt amber, glowing bright. © 2017 Im His Daughter |
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2 Reviews Added on April 2, 2017 Last Updated on April 2, 2017 AuthorIm His DaughterCanadaAbout(Sorry I don't read stories, chapters or books. I am not a critic either, I will only read poems. When I comment, I comment only on how it makes me feel. Promise no criticism here unless maybe a word .. more..Writing
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