When Sunset Bleeds
Behold the lit splendor of an arcade
that bleeds her copper shawl, its final glow
awaiting dusk to grasp last flares of blade,
when decimal of time changes the flow
and in repose, glazed orb succumbs to row.
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Theme # 3 Sunset Contest of Skat
Old Poem
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2012
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