Tuesday 15 May 2012

END OF THE DAY:



Beribboned waves fluttering in the breeze,
Fluted wingtip, the silent gull glides & dips,
Down he bows, & gently from salty life, he sips,
Flames of foam lick & lap at rosy wine seas,
Moulten gilded orb of day ends in burgundy fire,
Sunny bronze gives way to icy silvered moon,
It´s gone before my eye, gone too soon,
Slipping into misty black silence, falling from the pyre.

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