Dusk
Dusk...
Twilight
comes creeping
with pastel paints,
on sky, its canvas.
The graffiti artist.
Nature's splashes of colour
creating an abstract mural
envied by the most famous artists.
Dusk, the painter, nightly displays her art.
As the setting sun sinks behind the lake
the bright glow of a sinking fireball
distracts the eye from pastel hues.
As the sun seemingly sinks
into the blue water
the violet sky
draws the eye back
to colours,
vivid.
...Dusk
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