Chasing the crepsular rays
of the dying day
Hoping to make time
stand still – to arrest
the advent of the night
Running from the grip
of that Cimmerian shade
As daylight sings its swan-
song she mourns the things
that could have been
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Nice write. 🙂
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Thanks!
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Hoping to make time stand still… that sounds so desperate. An emotional poem.
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thanks
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lovely take on the prompt
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Thanks
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I wonder if its really dawn ?
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Your poem is a beautiful interpretation of the image, luscious words …
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Thanks so much!
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Charming response to the prompt.
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Thanks so much!
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Wow wow wow wow wow, this is incredible.
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Oh, thanks so much!
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You’re welcome so much!
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This is so beautiful.
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thank you so much!
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