Dusk is falling with the day's ebb and flow
The Sun sinking and reduced to a haze
Night approaches swiftly and silently
The first stars hiding within it's creases
Lines form between them
Connecting them in crooked branches
Ever circling us in silence
Yet to the naked eye seems still
Dancing out of sight when the Sun rises
And dominates the sky till night.
YOU ARE READING
Losing the Luster of Life
PoésieA collections of poems that I had written down in my journal. I finally decided to post them. Enjoy!
