Category: cinquain

candlelight

under the soft candlelight’s  glow we tread,

each flicker, a truth unveiled, in shadows spread

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into the thick where darkness laments and sighs,

paradox deepens beneath the starlit skies

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on this dim-lit trail, until the rising sun


morose


sullen Emery’s soul,
bones his canvas, sorrow’s toll,
in each piece, he’d find,
life’s beauty, redefined,
from the morose, art would extol

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