Waterfront
Waterfront
Sitting on the waterfront,
last vestige of sunlight
begins to fade.
Sky painted orange and purple.
Jet trails the blue above.
Gentle breeze through my hair.
Sound of ducks on the water.
Cars pass on the bridge nearby.
Boats drift slowly past.
Shadows return to the land.
Across the river,
lights come to life
throughout the city.
On the river,
lights dance.
Colours play to the night.
On the waterfront,
simple pleasures come to mind.
Comfortably, the day retires.
Daniel- 9/2014
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