I love to watch the sun set
Upon the valley,
Staining the concrete
With golds and speckled browns.
I love to watch as the sun
Reflects across rippling waters,
Sending glares of pink and yellow
Along the green, murky surface.
I love to watch as the moon peaks
It's brow above the trees,
As the tops burst into flame
In the final, red rays of
The setting sun.
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CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)
PoetryPart 2 of my 365--this year: 366--challenge. A poem a day for a year.
