Fading dusk


Taste of sarcasm - a delight

Dazzled pleasure - ray of light

Vintage rage - a rebel's vibe

A higher cliff - a longer ride

Golden clover - sudden hunt

Surreal wealth is all we want

Poisoned potion in cups of tea

I’ll throw my ego in the sea

Hidden pearl in unfound shell

One more thing no one can sell

A sparkling match in heaven made

Burned out so fast that I’m afraid

The bright cliché turns back to grey

The ginger dusk still fades away

But its shade remains divine…

Farewell ends with one last line

© Timea Kinga Szûcs

A Poet's Call

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