Poetry Weaver

Sunset

mountains under red skies

Brilliant orange Rays
Painting the clouds
in pinks
and reds
Celebrating day’s
Slipping softly
the horizon
as my days
unceremoniously

O to be like the sunset…
Painting my exit
in pinks and reds
Announcing
my departure
after having shed
light.

Skills

Posted on

June 11, 2021

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