RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Beauty Of Twilight - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Charging like a light brigade into the darkness of
Seeing starlight twinkling above, not enough of their
light to guide my footsteps.
Depending on rays of the moon to illuminate and lead
me down pathways into the break of day, hours before me.
Rising with the desert clouds, still able to be seen in
the cozy atmosphere above.
Living in the beauty of twilight where poetry is born at
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