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Sunset

 


Buried below the horizon
the sun throws up his blade
of golden light
etching castles, mythical creatures,
crystal mountains and slate valleys
on the fire edged clouds.

Display is a fine thing
filled with the power of tomorrow
stoked by the fires of hope.
Even the birds speckling the high sky
have opened their throats in anticipation
of another day.

 

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