My heart now sets like the sinking sun
burning hot with colors of fire hearths
and tangerines, rich hues of sepia tones
blended with oranges, purples and crimsons
a reflection of my tomorrow, the
promise that comes after the
velvety night has had it's say and
the land has rested once more
a farewell to the day gone past
this is where the sage finally rides off
into the sunset stripping the night time. Bless
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THE SAGE'S DeCLASSIFIED SURVIVAL GUIDE (FOR DUDES AND DUDETTES)
PoetryIf life is a struggle then we're a beautiful mess.