Above my head
It glowed.
Slowly I captured its descent.
Beauty in the setting
That was a first.
Dimmer it got
More beautiful it turned
Like a wise old lady
I do not know why
"A lady".
Lowered,
Set.
The sea kissed the sun.
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A Storm of Thoughts
PoetryWhy remain dormant when you can burst out and let the world know?
