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Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Night Falls


Night falls.
Walking in with
Silent footsteps
That go unheard
In the frenzy
Of dusk.
The rich blue tint
Graying every second.
The tapestry
Mesmerizing.
The night falls.
And the light runs
Hiding in the folds
Of the black cloak
Flowing freely.
The night falls.
The whispers of the
Lullabies
Serenading
Like the rustling leaves
On a burning summer eve.
The night falls.

2 comments:

  1. I think this might be one of my very favorite poems so far. So evocative and rich! Well done!

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    1. Thank you so much Heather. I am really glad to hear from you.

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