As darkness paints this quiet town,
the sun retreats for night.
Heading home to settle down,
I catch its final light.
In life its final fleeting fire
swiftly fades too fast.
But here it lives to be admired
its beauty ever lasts.
A contest entry
- PIF Quickie - 20/10 by buffsab99.
750 points, ended April 30, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this was really beautiful.. I like your flow..
and the image that you created was beautiful..
well done..
Angel
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Beautiful
You captured this prompt so beautifully. Just reading your words I can picture the last light of day. Wonderful job, keep writing. -
Excellent
Excellent take on this prompt. Best of luck in this contest.
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