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sunset (an etheree)
by Sophia GraceDusk;
She sits
quietly
with the lights off.
The shadows drift from
gold and orange, through red and
come to rest at dusky plum
before settling into thick,
liquid black. Inhale, exhale the stars
into constellations. At last, she dreams. 05/01/2008 Author's Note: Apparently, an etheree (a 10-line poem of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10 syllables). When I have trouble putting words on paper, I find that giving myself a defined form helps immensely.
Posted on 05/01/2008
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