Ink-Stained Echoes: a Poet's Journey
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Written: June 25, 2023
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Purple facets appear by the cease of the day.
As the painter stroke of dusk paints the sky.
There is only one star that makes a return.
Its bright light was a soothing tune to discern.
The moon thin crescent is visible.
The nighttime clouds were miscible
Akin to the deft brushwork of a painter.
Building of divine splendor acquaint her
Clouds dancing with grace and delight,
In the tapestry of the evening,
As if whispering secrets untold,
Their movements are so enchanting.
Sitting atop lookout road,
A poet begins to compose,
With pen and paper in hand,
The journey of words unfolds.
Ink-stained echoes cram the page,
Each line is a story, a dream,
A symphony of emotions,
From the depths of the poet's soul, it seems.
Words transcend boundaries,
Of time and space they roam,
Carrying the poet's essence,
To places, they call home.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2023
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