Nocturne 3 Poem by Anton K

Nocturne 3



Evening is ending its sorrowful song;
The light retreats, as if in the wrong
And the sick orange sunset sinks into night.
The darkness as warm as a feverish brow
Is bringing remembrances back to me now,
And taking my sadness along.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: memory,night,remembrance,sorrow,sunset
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