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
