Nightfall Seen By a Poet
The sun painted the lake
in redness,
while the wind weakened
abandoned the dry leaves to
own fortune...
A thousand birds went to hide
from the brown fire...
All mesmerized, yearning for the night...
I, affable prentice poet
I simply enraptured romanticized
the show...!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2023
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