Pink Horizon
At chases end the day fades,
And the colors of the Sky are gone.
Replaced with cool wisps of grey
that gather all of the light
And hide it in one corner of the sky
The wind is its helper
Beckoning each cloud to return to
it’s home,
and leave the lust of a pink horizon
And affairs of cool white sand.
Copyright © William A Russell | Year Posted 2009
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