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A Gold Doubloon
As twilight's shifting shadows slowly merge,
dusk extinguishes all lingering light.
And a spray of twinkling stars lights the night;
when the blackness of space and night converge.
Indigo skies morph into ebony
as a dying sun bleeds on snow-capped rocks.
And time is tethered to inpatient clocks;
that pause to behold this transcendency.
A curtain of misty clouds starts to form,
obscuring mountains behind veils of white.
And darkness descends as eagles take flight
over a landscape; that night will transform.
Silence rebuffs the creatures of the dark;
scurrying from the light of the full moon.
And Luna rises like a gold doubloon;
above a gnarled oak tree with gilded bark.
Copyright ©
Emile Pinet
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