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The frost crept narrowly through the vacant old streets, Twisting and turning, only to halt at your feet. Branches, embellished in an illuminant glitter. As the city lights flickered, like bright stars in the somber, cloudless Dublin sky. Rain, tenderly adorned the exhausted cobble stones.
August 29, by poetrysamateur. Flows on fields these grounds adorn, And red spells the sunshine by morn, The fire through life and below to warm, Soon sets the sunshine, The sunshine at dawn. Posted in nature , Poems Tagged the sun Leave a Comment ».