dusk
By tristessa
found my life at dusk; rising free the dark moon, in his melancholy watches the sun set, flames glorious and willows casting the silent specters of dusk and fingers of fire fading from sight and the aurora dawning in fiery light and the dark hills rising jagged shadows and funeral pyres of a thousand tomorrows are flickering before my lowered eyes for a silent prayer; that the sun will rise for dusk's light lingers, a pale prophesy over a moonlight-dappled endless seaHello. Written March 19th, 2002 © on Mar 19 2002 10:34 AM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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"found my life at dusk; rising free..."