Final flames of dusk
Flow across the waves.
The star dips beneath
The blue hue
Of tides
Awaiting nightfall
In the hazel sky.
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BIZZARE
PoetryA silent flow of thoughts and expressions from a bizarre adventure of the combination of brain and heart
Aesthetic Dusk
Final flames of dusk
Flow across the waves.
The star dips beneath
The blue hue
Of tides
Awaiting nightfall
In the hazel sky.
