When Day was Done

When Day was Done

A Poem by .:Arianna:.

When day was done
and dusk drew near
there was a golden hour
When sunlight kissed 
for one last time
each yellow-petaled flower

And all the dunes
were set ablaze
The grass was cloaked in fire
And on my skin
the last rays danced
to a tune of my desire

I sat there
For a little while
Under a violet dome
If ever I had lost my way
I now had found my home

© 2020 .:Arianna:.

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I like the scenes you describe. Show don't tell, they say. You did that here skillfully. I could see what you were saying. Sun is good. Dusk is nice. The glow is memorable. :)

Posted 8 Months Ago

I particularly like the second stanza, sounds almost biblical. Good stuff

Posted 1 Year Ago

how no one has yet commented on this is astounding - this is A - freaking - Mazing! The flow is divine, the narrative simply golden, the progression is gorgeous! Delectably scrumptious! Well done!

Posted 2 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


2 Years Ago

Thank you so much!!

2 Years Ago

my pleasure.

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Added on June 23, 2020
Last Updated on June 23, 2020



Amsterdam, Netherlands

Welcome to my page and thank you for stopping by. I am Arianna, half Dutch, half Greek, half explorer, half philosopher. I was born in Amsterdam but at the age of one I moved with my parents to Greece.. more..