A Poem About Life During Sunset


Personally, my favorite part of the day is when the sun is going down and I adore it the most during fall. It is also when I’m the most aware of the fact that different realities exist so I pay a little more attention around me. This poem came out of one of the evenings that I was out when sunset happened.

bright small lightbulbs covering the dark ceiling
a cold breeze taking over the leaves
silent corners, hiding lovers
and the slow breathing of the loners
is all you can hear

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Written by Beth Haze

nineteen years old from ba.
usually overly caffeinated writing short stories about people she sees on trains.


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