The sultry day to its end creeps
The air is lulled, silence is deep
The sun sinks in clours dull n drab
The mundane, the trite's cuel grab
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Awesome imagery, wonderful picture well supported by fantastic poem...The last stanza took it to different level.. O my heart! Why ye in sorrow roll? Hark! Unlucky is a hopeless soul Who hath no believe in divine bliss Falls and down tumbles in an abyss
What a beautiful piece! Lovely imagery to depict a sense of gloom, out of which emerges the glow of hope. A sure 10