At Dusk Poem by Bozhidar Pangelov

At Dusk

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At dusk
the leaves are bending.

They are fading away.
The light they are closing.

Under the ground
I won't be.

Thursday, July 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: light poetry
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