Poem from long ago
Red is the sunset,
red as blood,
as it casts its pinkish haze
across the sky.
Later at night,
after sun and sea have met,
nature lowers her hood
and night seems like a twinkling shroud.
Poem I wrote 24 years ago when I was 16. (I just typed it from memory...but I can't remember what I did yesterday)
red as blood,
as it casts its pinkish haze
across the sky.
Later at night,
after sun and sea have met,
nature lowers her hood
and night seems like a twinkling shroud.
Poem I wrote 24 years ago when I was 16. (I just typed it from memory...but I can't remember what I did yesterday)
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*Hugs you close with quiet feeling*
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