Still

A dying sun slips off the edge of the earth
its light banished until Dawn’s rebirth.
Night punctuates a dog’s bark
with notes of a lark
just before
dark.
At its core
ebony stands stark,
when lights go out in the park.
And as dusk douses feelings of mirth,
a dying sun slips off the edge of the earth.

~ Pinet ~

OUTFIT: Dana Set by Blueberry
HAIR: Jessie by Entwined ~ Available at Crossroads {July 3 to July 28}
POSE: The Still Series by an lar ~ Available at Crossroads {July 3 to July 28}

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