Sun sets
Water retreats
Concrete is cold of comfort
Day is devoured by its swan song.
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Interesting, so much in just a few words. Sitting here alone this winter evening, dark and cold outside but calm. I’m introspective, stuff weighing heavily on my mind. Your poem adds an unexpectedly jarring note of finality to my pondering, and I put thoughts aside and set off to do a few final chores for the evening. Cold comfort. If that sounds like a complaint it’s not … pretty taken with your verse actually! Hugs, Liz xx