Dusk

12 Jul

Everything is silent below a dark clear sky

And the wind slowly passes like a tickle of a feather,

The dusk is ignored as the world passes by –

It is the forgotten friend that offers its shoulder

While we weep in its embrace,

So often overlooked and taken for granted

That no one sees the beauty of its cloak.

 

perfectlonelyworld

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2 Responses to “Dusk”

  1. bookofmohs July 14, 2013 at 3:28 pm #

    Beautiful poem 🙂

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