Early Sunsets Over Duskville
The ochre hue spills mirthfully
like champagne in the sky,
it devours our memories
and blears our privacy
There is a sublime beauty -
a shuddering melancholy,
but I shall forget about it
like how you left this place
I'll keep myself intact
so I can watch you persuade
your forgotten debaucheries
and I'll try to keep my stare
And in my window, the hour
would unwind its hands and
break every cloud until
I should no longer feign resistance
When I defenstrate your posts
and succumb to your cure,
you can call this revenge,
but I shall call this hope
Perhaps, this early sunset came
not to prolong the torment
but to give time to recuperate
Let's let the shadows incinerate
poem by Norman Santos
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