Nightfall Poem by Pietro Grossi

Nightfall



At this time
Of the day,

Everythins lose
It's Shape
It's Colour.


The night
Pops around

Full with all of
It's Memories
It's Sorrow.


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Nightfall
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nightfall
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