Thursday, February 26, 2009
Sunset
At twilight hour the sun lays down to rest
And breathes a colorful relaxing sigh.
He thus emits a palate to the west
As orange atmosphere consumes the sky.
The clouds give up there hues of white and grey
And turn a charming pink.
A velvet lining adds to their array
As daylight further sinks.
Producing so surreal a light
The sun, descending out of sight,
At last recedes
And then concedes
To the night.
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Steve, this is wonderful! You really have a gift for poetry, you know.
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