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The sun has burned the day away
and set the sea on fire
turning a glowing pathway
into a funeral pyre.
She, too, has left her day behind,
shed like a soiled dress.
What tomorrow holds for her
She has no need to guess.
A quadrille on the prompt “burn” for dVerse Poets.
A beautiful description. Made me wish I was there!
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simply imagination words…
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I love how the day is “shed like a soiled dress”.
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Gorgeous poem and photo, Judy. They are a perfect match.
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Thanks, Purple Pen!!!
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Both photo and poem lovely. I miss a beach stroll.
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I like seeing the setting sun as a funeral pyre and having no need to guess about tomorrow.
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Thanks, Frank.
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Love this poem, full of imagery and thought — and the sunset shot is perfect!
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This is how I also want to feel sometimes.
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For me, this wants a backstory. There is a feeling of melancholy underlying this beautifully written poem.
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Thanks, Victoria.
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Very sweet! Enjoyed.
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Thanks, rivr!!!
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Hope its a beautiful beginning~ Cheers to a new journey!
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Thanks, Grace.
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Such incredibly imagery in this one!💞
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Thanks, Sanaa.
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