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Poem 20151206

Posted on December 6, 2015December 6, 2015 by crow

the trees in dark descend
as the sun rends earth from light
but with slow, gentle touch
like a baby’s first haircut
the sky and clouds pink
like young skin

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Posted in PoemsTagged creative writing, pink, poem, poetry, sunset, trees, writing, youth

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I'm a writer and a dabbler. I live in Washington. View all posts by crow

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