Dusk sighs;
Softly ceding
to a night drenched in sorrow.
This shadowing of a sun’s grace.
An evanesce
of light’s
benevolent embrace.
Issue 03 · poem 9
Dusk sighs;
Softly ceding
to a night drenched in sorrow.
This shadowing of a sun’s grace.
An evanesce
of light’s
benevolent embrace.