The colours of the twilight,
she still thought of them,
skyscrapers touching clouds,
muffled sounds of the city,.
seconds that came and died,
some violin beginning to play
in some small, hidden street,
secret loves and broken souls,
small affairs kept in the dark.,
hunters and prey socializing
in dimly lit and ominous bars.
All this she remembered
while Time passed mysteriously,
and he had become a memory,
just another memory surfacing,
appearing from time to time.
blended into the city sunset,
the skyscrapers, the twilight.
May 19th,2022.
Submitted: May 19, 2022
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Nite-Owl
From all your poems I've read over time, I must tell you that I am in complete awe of your work. I'm afraid any words I say will not be good enough to use. So let me try here, I love your poetry and truly admire the way you see life and everything in it.
Thu, May 19th, 2022 7:07pmAuthor
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Dear Nite Owl...thank you so much for your words, they mean a lot,I am so happy my work resonates with you. Love,Lizzie.
Thu, May 19th, 2022 4:40pm