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About This Poem
THE CHASE
Dusk you are hard
and man, scarred, feels
worn, sparred by time.
The day turns shy
as hues fly fast,
moved by night’s wheels.
Purple and rose
tints God chose, but
clouds pose questions.
By Cyndi MacMillan, for Nette Onclaud's Twilight contest, April 11/ 2012
Soup's ridiculous syllable counter says 'scarred' has two syllables- it has one.
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