The Breeze Of Sunset Poem by Antonio Williams
The Breeze Of Sunset
the sky was yellow
or so it seemed...
looking from a distance
everyone was mellow
enjoying the fresh breeze
sometimes it becomes fast
sometimes an unexpected furry
collecting and dumping dirt
with invisible invincible hands.
the birds stretch a bit
some bubbling and chirping
but before the fun edges
it's already too late
yet we wait for a new day
with the breeze of sunset.
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5/5/2024 10:51:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wait for a new day! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.