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About This Poem
Her Dusk
Viewing this vista of extraordinary scene
Scenic she's creative in historic darkened means
Meaningful silhouettes, black squared, dark undulations
Undulated to her visitors, their close clanned relations
Relative they may be, but so different in their norm
Normally they would be, differential in their clans
Clannish their panorama, now dusk before their dawn
Dawn is when there's life, a new day has spawned
Spawning oranges and reds, the dusk now bows to the suns wooing
Wooing this extraordinary scene, now my eyes are viewing
<> Not for Nette's contest, I just loved the image, and it's theme <>
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