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O for twilight


Blinding, baking, burning,
Merciless gold ball,
Strong as ever,
It holds the fort,
Guarding dusty dry days.
O for twilight, wait these eyes,
When the silver sliver smiles
And down rains the poetry

Linking with Five Minutes Friday - Mercy
Linking with Trifextra: Week Eighty-Five
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  1. brudbergSeptember 15, 2013 at 3:15 AM

    A the days of sucking out all the energy... long live the fall

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  2. MOVSeptember 15, 2013 at 3:39 AM

    Day vs Night, Sun vs Moon....... took me a minute, but I got it! Great writing.

    best,
    MOV

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 15, 2013 at 9:53 AM

    Silver sliver is great paired like that. And down rains the poetry. Beautiful!

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  4. kymmSeptember 15, 2013 at 2:20 PM

    merciless gold ball... that's how it feels around these parts all the long summer. Nice play with silver and gold.

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  5. AnonymousSeptember 15, 2013 at 2:56 PM

    ...and down rains the poetry. I love that. Nice one, Ruby!

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  6. AnonymousSeptember 15, 2013 at 6:32 PM

    A love story with the night in a lovely poem. Excellent work!
    Thank you for linking up!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 17, 2013 at 9:21 AM

      Thank you so much Editors. It is always a pleasure to hear such encouraging words from you

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  7. IvySeptember 15, 2013 at 9:03 PM

    "When the silver sliver smiles
    And down rains the poetry"

    What fantastic lines. Lovely poem! :)

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  8. AnonymousSeptember 15, 2013 at 9:13 PM

    That last line is astoundingly beautiful. Lovely!

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  9. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 17, 2013 at 9:20 AM

    Thank you so much Jo-Anne. Your words are so encouraging. you just made my otherwise dull day very bright. Thank you so much :)

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  10. Simple HomeOctober 10, 2013 at 9:54 PM

    What a beautiful poem Ruby! Your well chosen words create a vivid image in my mind. I hope you're doing well :)
    Blessings,
    Marcia

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsOctober 11, 2013 at 9:30 AM

      Thank you so much Marcia. I'm doing fine and I hope the same for you. It is so good to hear from you.

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