As twilight comes and the dust settles,
trailing behind on life's little leash, I am still here.
After the creatures of the day rest;
before those of night awaken
here, still, I am standing
painting a picture in the dimmest light
of how my life should be.
How I wish it to be.
In the hour before my weariness binds
I paint the scenes I want most to see.
With night forgotten morning follows,
the day will don the Sun's harsh light,
the truth of life's reflections revealed.
Here, still, I am standing with my twilight images.
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Prompt 2: http://villesgodgirl.deviantart.com/art/the-night-125788092
This is as amazing picture!
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Comments
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I like the concept here. And the imagery was pretty good. I get that by capitalizing the sun you are trying to add meaning, but I wasn't really sure that it added to the piece. My opinion. Yours is the only one that matters. Good work, best of luck with this.
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