Darkness draws its' ebony curtain On the play of the day. Birds deepen their tones, Shortening the luster of their songs. Dawn's twin fades, Taking the color from the sky, Leaving only shades of grey, And no promise of sunrise. Life stills, And I prepare for slumber. And I, I close my eyes.
Hey you ! I didn't know you WRITE poetry!!?? I'm in awe that this runs in the family...deeper than I thought !! hehe Very nice piece here! So glad to see your work! And yes, welcome aboard - - although I'll warn you and the wife now, it's very very addicting!! LOL
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------------------ I beckon you to come...I lure you with my tongue... - poet FemmeFatale