Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Sundown


Sundown

When sunset comes round,
the natural light turns itself down.
Bids us a colorful goodnight.
Glows like a dying ember
then is extinguished by
the limitations of our vision.

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1 comment:

  1. I enjoyed reading your poem. Well done.

    Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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