As the day comes to rest
The sun does it's best
Blue, orange and red
Why does it remind me of the dead?
The wind
It blows from left to right
Creating a magical light
Capturing and captivating my sight.
I always loved the outside at night.
Because the street life
And the street light
Always remind me of the dead.
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SKY: A COLLECTION OF FANTASY POEMS.
Poetry''Fantasy gives us Hope, to live on with our lives'' - ''Imagination makes the world more alive''- I had dedicated this entire book to be filled with fantasy poems. They can include love, action,horror, mystery, drama and many genres with it. Someti...
