And all was well...
until I turned my back
on this magnificent sunset
firey red and orange
thinking I'd see it again tomorrow
yet nature had other plans
and so now
I must grieve.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A photo taken by me in Madagascar. ๐น
- Category: Reflection
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No two sunsets alike and never sure we will see another at all. Life is short and storms get in the way. Well written my friend
This particular sunset was a person, thank you dear sorrenbarret you inspired this one my friend. ๐น
Indeed and the response a metaphor as well. No two are alike sunset of person and they pass so quickly not to return. A sad write but value the time we have.
You made me think the other day when I wrote one about a sunset evening. ๐
I think in the end the sun goes down on us all.
Hopefully he left his mark and the memories are good ones.
You warmed my heart dear Paul, and I know you will cringe at this ๐คฃ, hey you are all so lucky to be in the middle of the England match atmosphere I wish I was in London best of British to you all tonight, I hope no one goes to work tomorrow due to a final appointment ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐ฆ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟโค๏ธ๐ค๐
Teddy, this really hit me. Thereโs a quiet heartbreak here that reaches far beyond a sunset. It reminds us how quickly an ordinary moment can become something we never get back. Beautiful write, my friend. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
Thank you dear Tristan, it's been a bit of a rough year for loss. ๐
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