
Where
has the sun gone,
bright and beaming
its rays of pure bliss
that comfort me.
Layers of cloud
move among the towers above,
and the moon beyond
the horizon.
The Starling Press • September 6, 2023 • https://thestarlingpress.com/782/poetry/nightfall/
Where
has the sun gone,
bright and beaming
its rays of pure bliss
that comfort me.
Layers of cloud
move among the towers above,
and the moon beyond
the horizon.