Palace I and II

two short poems on a medieval castle at sunrise and sunset.

Palace I (sunrise)

The white-washed walls

Shimmer in the rising sun,

As the palace comes alive.

Rays peek over the edges

Of pink-stained turrets.

There is nothing

More magical

Than the palace at sunrise,

Except maybe,

The palace at sunset.

 

Palace II (sunset)

Towers,

Slowly darkening.

The sun ducks down,

Hiding behind the sparkling

Rooms of the palace.

Voices die,

As the sun does.

The palace slips into darkness,

Waiting,

For the sunrise,

In this everlasting

Cycle.

The End

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