Brightly shines in afternoon.
The grey, blue sky it dances forth,
Eternally vast, its path a torch.
Bring the gentle dreams of love
Horizons orange and red above.
Sleeping through the lasting dawn.
The sun tells secrets, stars become.
But dust in open black thereof.
Falling, dying in grasps of love.
My hand you hold, as nature held.
In peaceful sanctuary of the old.
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Beautiful words of origin. Nicely said and written
Thanks Sorenbarrett
You are most welcome
its a great artistic display of sunset, i also liked sunset photographing with those closed to me, great write
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