The evening sun,
escaping through the door,
Taking the blue,
leaving, no IOU,
for tomorrow,
But I trust,
fleeting glimpses to the dusk,
On a sojourn,
Till the mourn,
May be,
Passing the baton to the adolescent
Crescent,
Blessed is the present*
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
An engaging and contemplative piece.
A lovely,surrealistic poem.