Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2017
Far golden city
Soaked in an eternal sunset
Where the end has already come

The wind whispers
And the rivers yet flow
But nothing there grows anew

Time in that place lies docile
Bound up by ancient spells
Beneath the ever setting sun

Pristine yet dormant
Both always and never to be
Will that golden city lie

Waiting for the rest of creation
To arrive at end of day
Hadrian Veska
Written by
Hadrian Veska
317
   Hadrian Veska
Please log in to view and add comments on poems