WHEN SUNSET BLEEDS

Written by: nette onclaud




Behold lucent splendor of an arcade

that bleeds her copper shawl, its final glow

awaiting dusk to grasp last flares of blade,

when decimal of time changes the flow

and in repose, glazed orb succumbs to row.


The hour arrives when earth and stars unfold

as prelude between day and eve awakes;

till hand of sunset bids goodbye, consoled

with minted hope upon rise of dawn break,

bestowing tranquil pause, to mend toil’s ache.



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Sunset Contest of Francine Roberts
17 Jul 2012