At the End of the Day

Posted on Mar 11, 2013 by emmylgant

As he left
Winter sun painted
Lavender ribbons
And golden feathers
All over the sky before he hid
Behind the mountain

The Med sighed
Then withdrew in the dark

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Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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14 Responses to At the End of the Day

  2. makagutu says:
    Mar 11, 2013 at 7:46 pm

    Beautiful.
    Did he look back before he closed the door?

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  3. anelephantcant says:
    Mar 11, 2013 at 8:11 pm

    Les Alpes Maritimes cachent bien le soleil.
    La Med n’a plus la lumiere.
    Le monde dort.
    C’est bien et, comme ta poeme, tranquille.

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    • emmylgant says:
      Mar 11, 2013 at 9:11 pm

      C’est ca. Chez moi, c’est le Massif des Maures qui cache le soleil et j’ai une petite montagne tout a cote a l’ouest, donc le soleil se couche toujours derriere elle. Tout est tranquille, c’est vrai.

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  4. Romantic Dominant says:
    Mar 11, 2013 at 9:32 pm

    Ah, I sense the sadness at his leaving, and yet not sorrow
    But who am I to judge

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  5. PapaBear says:
    Mar 12, 2013 at 2:24 am

    There’s always a bit of bittersweet at the close of a beautiful day…, a longing for just a little more time, but the realization of the reality that it is over. What a beautiful metaphor for life, Em.
    Paul

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