the sunset speaks to me
I hear its voice
a cry in the daylight
about to be enshrouded
by the fears of the night

the sorrows knock
leaving footmarks
at the porch

screams of a monster
no world would have it
its name known
its place is nowhere
near my home

light breaks in
scattering oranges
on a backdrop of crimson
painting yellow
on wet canvas

time is no friend
the sun leaves
time is no foe
moonlight begins

Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete

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