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| Edward Hopper House at Dusk 1935 |
In the sunset
where the day hides its most vulnerable moments
I think of you
In the most tender hour
between light and dark
I still feel the ache
of a lost friendship.
submitted for The Mag 119
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
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Monday, May 28, 2012
Friday, February 25, 2011
Come Dusk
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| image from Haiku Challenge, Day 26 |
Come dusk and he's free
The sun sets; his spirits rise
He soars with the hawks
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