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A sanguine sun slowly sinks, slipping away
silently as shadows swallow silhouettes.
And a melancholy moon, mourns loss of day
rising as a spent sun sets...with no regrets.
As breezes blow brisk, shaking shuttering trees
color carefully conceals itself... in dark.
And yet, lingering last light...gilds golden leaves
baring beauty, bestowed by a distant spark.
Elegant ebony...engulfs seamless skies
as descending darkness, drapes heaven in black.
And the stars shine...splendiferous to the eyes
like cut crystal chandeliers... pushing black back.
As the moon's magical spell silences night
whispers, tippy-toe through sharpened shards of sound.
And though brazen birds baulk, dusk douses the light
and ubiquitous utterances... dwindle down.
May 27, 2018
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018