DuskA Poem by Im His Daughter
The sky, orange
Painted like a spilled paint can, Over the entire world Sizzling sunset, Meets a sea, blue. Reminds me of a campfire. Burnt amber, glowing bright. © 2017 Im His Daughter |
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2 Reviews Added on April 2, 2017 Last Updated on April 2, 2017 AuthorIm His DaughterCanadaAboutDO NOT MESSAGE OR SOLICIT ME I AM NOT INTERESTED IN ANYTHING YOU PEDDLE! I counted my writings & have 620 as of "God's Talking To Me." Anything after that is not written, yet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.. more.. |

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