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Fey Feb 2020
as fleeting as a coelacanth
and made of tender amaranth,
in jaded hues of pale rosé,
the day's frail beauty soon decays.

to capture the grace of flaming dusk,
one has to peel dawn's unyielding husk.
a barely visible wonderland,
never to stay but never to end.

© fey (31/12/19)
Svode Dec 2019
Hopes hang high, fatigue fails and flickers.
An adventure awaits.
Dawn does disappear; duly, daylight's discovered.
Meera Dec 2019
The sun bids adieu to his lover
With a promise to meet later
The sky is red- the color of blood
Reflecting the pain of the earth’s heart
Only god knows how she’ll spend the night
Cold, dark and full of fright
Waiting for her love to return
And in the dawn as the first ray of sun
touches the earth
The darkness fades
And she springs to life again
The sun and the earth
They meet every morning
Only to part
At dusk
The dusk must be an artist. Who else can paint the parting of two lovers so beautifully
Grey Dec 2019
As dusk falls
and night conquers yet again
I dream of dawn.
Grey Dec 2019
The last rays of light
fill the sky with ****** red
We will die tonight.
Grey Dec 2019
Colors streak blue skies
as the sun makes its descent
towards the horizon.
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