Aaron Wright Poems

I watch as the golden rays sink slowly beneath the horizon,
The shimmering light dances across the mirrored surface.
The lazy lapping on the etched sand draws me onwards,
As I stare fixedly at the strange eddying occurring just out of reach.
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As the light slowly fades, the billowing gentlemen cascade across the sky,
Shadows become darker, as the light is slowly enveloped by the inkiness.
A smattering of drops begins to patter the ground like the small steps of a dancing child,
The air grows cooler…cooler…the gentlemen grow angrier.
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