Sunset Blues.
Sunsets are all the same,
Apparently.
But why do they always,
Never failing, change?
Why do I, always,
Feel more connected to you,
While watching that which
You scorn so?
The sun dips behind
The finalising horizon,
As it prepares to hide,
And I miss you.
Do you feel the same?
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Holiday Poems
PoetryA group of poems written with inspiration from my holidays, past and present
