Blackened trees
Flatten
Against the setting of the sun
Drawing in
A taste
Replete
Swishing around
Strung up puppets
Dancing
In the dark
Tattered drums
Flashy
And connected
Dragging their feet
As everything
Fades into the disappearing sky
Softening through this distance
We cannot see
Leaving behind all else
Held up
High
DoRee MelNic 
Magnificent and fascinating poem, very evocative, my heart is lost in your poem! 😍♥️♥️♥️ I’m totally fascinated by your fabulous verses and photo, the sunset touch my heart! ♥️
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I’m so glad you got lost in it, that is exactly how I felt when I wrote it ♥️
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Thank you 🤗
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You’re most welcome! 😍♥️♥️♥️
I love so much your poems!!! 😘🤗♥️
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♥️🤗
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I love the first three lines…
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Thanks!!
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Pre-covid, I’d walk to the grocery story on Saturday, early in the morning. As I would walk home, the trees would flatten against the sky just barely lit by the un-risen sun. You captured that.
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I love that you noticed that too…and what a good memory!
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Lovely lovely LOVELY!!! Thank You, Doree! I hope You have a wonderful day! Sending huge hugs Your way!!! 🤗❤️😊
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Thank you 🤗
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Absolutely!!! ❤️❤️❤️
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I enjoy how your well-crafted poem encourages me to run away with my day right up until the sun rests for the night.
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Thank you ❤️, I love that.
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Lovely
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