The nights cold breath,
empty streets,
The Suns annual death.
where the world and sky meat.
The light of the stars,
and the frozen grounds,
The fast going cars.
and the howls of hounds.
The sea of flower,
The tall trees,
the buildings, towers.
rustling leaves.
bending of a breeze
The night getting hotter,
Water in the bay,
Look! A sun ray...
The sun comes out,
The stars fade away.
Look! Here comes a new
day
With love,
AC Claire
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Ethereal Illusions // Poetry Book
PoetryHighest Rank: #41 (March 6, 2017) Ethereal, It means delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world. Illusions, It means wrongly perceived or interpreted by the senses. • I am just trying to find a place in the world, but...
