The Deceit of Child

Written by: dave archuletta

 Yes, adoption to most adoptees, “always” the sunrise to a brand new sunset. Yet, if not given in to each, is full entail…

       “Ablaze are our thoughts from far, far reaches, as if the reddish licked flames from long lost fires… Fires of which, brushed, had every shade of burnt orange that still hues of its past sunset. Your sunset, our own living sunset, a sunset awash in its own past beauty or life’s chaos -; now viewed by all as hope never surrendered. As if an artist’s hand-hurled, color-of-the-sun fireball had just splashed broadside - our own clouded gun metal gray horizon.”