Last Light
White topped waves in the fading light
Like magic carpets taking flight
Draw ceaseless lines across the sea
Incessant soothing harmony.
The sky is flecked with dark grey clouds
Overbearing ominous shrouds
Now all that's left are specks of white
As the day succumbs to the last light.
Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014
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