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#WritcoPoemPrompt34
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun,
The red spreading over the sky,
Just like my anxiety,
My fear for the future,
The hopelessness I feel,
The passing time doesn't help,
The thought of approaching death,
What life do I leave behind?,
nothing?,
How could I have made footsteps on the sand,
when I hadn't even found my ground,
Looking back it's nothing that I see,
Looking forward there's uncertainty,
But yet the dusk is in motion,
The world is getting ready for another day.
© DawnAtNight
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun,
The red spreading over the sky,
Just like my anxiety,
My fear for the future,
The hopelessness I feel,
The passing time doesn't help,
The thought of approaching death,
What life do I leave behind?,
nothing?,
How could I have made footsteps on the sand,
when I hadn't even found my ground,
Looking back it's nothing that I see,
Looking forward there's uncertainty,
But yet the dusk is in motion,
The world is getting ready for another day.
© DawnAtNight
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