At dusk

At dusk

On a lonely evening
Gone are clouds,
Red colouring
The sun sets.

Thus, a bird
Sings,
Others fly -

And I
Slowly become red,
orange and yellow

And disolve with
Twilight
Within darkness
It besetting upon
Me -

A poet
Dying
Hungry for love.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Weather

Preliminary calculus note

3-way transistor and uneven logic