He walked the streets for unrealized hours, while darkness enclosed him in melancholy. Gripped in anguish, heart rendered, broken, torn. The morning greeted him, an orange ball ablaze, scattering gray-blue skies. The new dawn ascends, burning away the night of his heartache.
Copyright © 2015 Glynis Rankin
I like the positive note on which the write up ends
ReplyDeleteagree with Ruby.. Loved the positive end .. :)
ReplyDeleteAmazing how dawn can change everything. Great 42, Glynis!
ReplyDeleteLoved the imagery and how the dawn of the new day burned up all the troubles of the night before. Brilliant! ♥
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