Poem 145:


i liked it

the Poets Heart

Sunset

Shadow adrift

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Shadows now adrift
lie upon a distant hill
with no more flowers to bestow,
the sun bows low

the day’s labor done
a journey cast in twilight view,
to home, each shall turn

but before the night
shares her madness true
each days treasure
clothed in golden hue
shall say with tender kiss,
I love you, but adieu

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I found this old poem in my archive, and remembered
the poem was ‘chopped up’ to become 102 & a tiny bit of 103,
posted just for fun…

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