Left to the Night

A nonet

By Holly NacePublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read

The summer we met, the world shone bright

Though apart, I felt my heart soar

So close to the cloudy sky

That I failed to notice

The shadows growing

As the sun set

Until all

Became

Night

sad poetry

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Holly Nace

Library nerd. I write stories, books, and poems. My poetry delves into the melancholy and bright, the painful and the wistful. I hope my words resonate with and inspire others.

"Tomorrow is too far away

So I will live just for today."

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Andrea Corwin 2 years ago
Oh no, the brightness turned to dark, sad!

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