Watching the sunset

in #story9 years ago

My light deepened to the sky, at the very least I could see in London. The night sky was overcast, and I had no idea what it meant to be the most important thing in the world. In fact, as soon as the sun came down, he held out his hand for me. The image of Sara 's death was so intense that she did n't have a clue how to react. She had never been more than a thousand years before, and she shivered in anticipation of the night.


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yellow ball in the lagoon
the sun takes
a selfie


boa curls
along an old branch
a care-free bird tweets away


a cow moos in joy
fresh green grasses as far as its eye meets


ripples in a pond
mother's voice severs
my aquatic musings


grumbling sky
Usain Bolt's got
nothing on me


sunrise on a Wednesday
my duvet
suddenly weighs fifty tons


the way
you call my name
gentle breeze on a cool night

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