Photograph of Sunset

by Michael Lynn   Apr 6, 2008


As darkness paints this quiet town,
the sun retreats for night.

Heading home to settle down,
I catch its final light.

In life its final fleeting fire
swiftly fades too fast.

But here it lives to be admired
its beauty ever lasts.

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  • 16 years ago

    by H E Losey

    Another enjoyable write that could relate to anyones town, though I like to think you refer to those towns of PA's mining era that once were great and now are fading.
    I do think perhaps the third stanza would flow easier if it was "day" instead of "life", but as ever just a thought of mine.

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