CONCRETE POEM

Twilight’s Gift

The purple-pink skies alone hold its wonder,

its magnificent beauty, and wondrous splendour.

 

 

It comes up slowly, dim at first,

then it blossoms into loveliness with a burst.

Its orange-yellow tints brighten my day,

 

 

But it soon fades away.

It plunges deep

into the sea,

but I take

its beauty

away

with

me. 

 

 

By: Myanca Rodrigues