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WritcoPoemPrompt34
#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...
adding its beauty to the skies
and the skies gradually swirling into darkness
I stood watching this
As I hopelessly wait for the one after my heart
yearning for his return into my arms.
so we can both sit under the setting sun and watch its glowness and the beauty of the evening
with hands locked as we both are lost in each other eyes.
© Asiat Adeleke
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...
adding its beauty to the skies
and the skies gradually swirling into darkness
I stood watching this
As I hopelessly wait for the one after my heart
yearning for his return into my arms.
so we can both sit under the setting sun and watch its glowness and the beauty of the evening
with hands locked as we both are lost in each other eyes.
© Asiat Adeleke
