Arthur Rimbaud inspired
Purple hues dance around the moon, moments away from crystallizing near the sun.
The distant sound of birds elevate the image, their persistent honking seem to keep them awake while sailing through the darkening sky.
"Come here, look at the sunset!"
The reigning king of the never-ending day sunk under the shadows of night.
Only his faithful yellow rays shone through for one final bow.
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WHY DO THE STARS: Poem Anthology
PoetryA bunch of poems I usually write during math class! Read and comment!
