Mine is a forlorn optimism
A splendid setting sun
Sinking in somber solitude
Amidst daylight’s dwindling radiance
Canvas of colorful clouds
Painted across the vast emptiness of my soul
Such surfaces shelter submerged secrets
A deep, darkening heart
Clandestine it beats beneath waves I conjure
Rolling rhythmically to the tune of time
Until my tempest symphony crescendos
Upon shores of strife and sorrow
From the sands I behold this spectacle
A temporary testament to eternity
Pondering purpose from this convergence
Oceans of the hopeless forever
Into skies of the faithful infinity
Extending arms towards the unreachable
Horizon
About the Creator
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about 23 hours ago in Petlife
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