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Brilliant Pink Flares

No longer squinting I contemplate the yellow-red ball on the blue horizon It dips toward its denouement shedding a ray of light a degree of warmth between ticks of the clock... Its ghost sends up brilliant pink flares ~ O, ache, my heart! Like them, my hopes fade into the dusk April 25, 2020 Slipping Soul Sunsets into the Sea Poetry Contest Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 4/26/2020 9:46:00 PM

Beautifully done, brings forth the most sunset.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 4/27/2020 9:59:00 AM

Thanks, Caren! :) gw

Sandra Adams

Date: 4/26/2020 8:56:00 AM

I really like the imagery in this one... gray clouds here again...I so miss the color of the sky at rise and dusk and the warmth of sun in-between... best wishes in the contest... hugs

Gershon Wolf
Date: 4/27/2020 9:58:00 AM

Thank you so much, Sandra! :) gw