The sun is saying adieu to the sand,
and the gold of the morn that tinged the sand has turned a fiery red. The tree, th only one, ablaze with the rays of the parting sun,
is slowly reduced to ashen grey.
The sun is a peculiar lover when in love with the sand, reluctant to leave the sizzling warmth, knowing well what the cruelty of the cold moon can do to the sand.
A carpet of royal red is the parting gift the sun leaves at the end of the silent day.
The red holds hands with the dancing shadows
and the sun is not ashamed of the mirage.
and the gold of the morn that tinged the sand has turned a fiery red. The tree, th only one, ablaze with the rays of the parting sun,
is slowly reduced to ashen grey.
The sun is a peculiar lover when in love with the sand, reluctant to leave the sizzling warmth, knowing well what the cruelty of the cold moon can do to the sand.
A carpet of royal red is the parting gift the sun leaves at the end of the silent day.
The red holds hands with the dancing shadows
and the sun is not ashamed of the mirage.
SUNSET...Image Courtesy Darlene Walsh
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