Still at night, the sun sheds light –
Faint, dusty-purple embers,
Softly powdered
Upon the Western canvas –
Like a lone candle lost
Amidst the black sea without stars,
Quaintly shedding its husk;
Clinging to dusk.
Faint, dusty-purple embers,
Softly powdered
Upon the Western canvas –
Like a lone candle lost
Amidst the black sea without stars,
Quaintly shedding its husk;
Clinging to dusk.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
MizzWinchester
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