The Sun Is Sinking

The Sun Is Sinking short poem

Uploaded by Kishan Negi


Sun sinks slowly
twilight looks at the sun
and waits for the night
to fall with darkness

Life also drowns
like dusky sinking sun
and ends with foggy dusk
wearing evening gown

A tiny thought
sitting on highland
stares at the snow peaks
that are melting

Rocky mountain still
stands to face icy winds
and looks committed
with its solemn vow

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S.zaynab.kamoonpury
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Very nice sundown evening poem, u captured it in lovely freeverse style. Thumbs up.

I’m a newbie here, Pleez do review/comment my first poem here too, I like meeting poem pals, their thoughts, and to know if my poem is easily understood as intended.

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