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The Gloaming
Lake glimmering in the distance,
While tall grass starts to dance;
Cicadas chirp in the dark,
Barely visible in the dusk.
The wind makes a sudden sweep,
Dry leaves loosen from their grip;
Wavering phosphorescent lights
Drift from winged fireflies.
The tinted sky gradually shifts,
Celestial lights begin to seep;
The dawn of evening twilight,
What a breathtaking sight!
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ABOUT THIS POEM :*)
Eric,
I've read all your work and this poem by far is my favorite. The imagery you created with your words was nothing short of phenomical. Great job and I hope to read more just as good as this one.