Shrouds of twilight
pall the sky in indigo,
and today hovers on horizon's line
to await the waxing moon to light the road to yesterday.
The tide forgets her ebb in the solace of silence,
murmuring to the shimmering shore secrets of eons past,
and dreams that were, are stolen from the lords of time.
A contest entry
- PIF by Amaranthine Lover.
300 points, ended March 24, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I really like this piece, it's inspiring
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SINCERE FEELINGS!!!
Your words fit this picture perfectly!
Both bring to who reads a sense of quiet and deep thought.
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loveliest sis of mine how do you get such lines i really want to know
how can you masterfully make words glow
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The elegance of this piece radiates with a light that quenches the thirst of the pallet with a delicate rain that is just enough. Thank you for sharing your words with me and best wishes to you. Keep that quill dipped in ink and ever ready for use.
♥ Touchof1der -
Really lovely, soft and calming. Good luck with this one
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