Song Of Descent Poem by Roxana G.M.
Song Of Descent
Sunset sings and dyes-the-graying-green
Time of the eucalyptus red
The air, in fanfare, throws confetti
Made of living-herbal-scent
And the huddled sparrows soaked
In song of descent, relent and sleep
There in the midst of the hush
Between note... and note, a ghost dances
And lightly plays with long-gold-hair
Of a girl, who unaware
Walks-in-step as she passes.
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5/13/2024 10:54:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I really liked this poem. The phrasing was great. Thanks for allowing me to read it.