For A Split Second
A scarlet sun sears the western sky,
with vermilion tongues of flaming fire.
And sinking below the planet's rim,
cerise, ignites the fringes of Earth.
Heaven burns, creating crimson flames
that scorch the edge of the horizon.
And like a child playing with crayons,
Sol scribbles colors onto the night.
Shadows meld with cobalt silhouettes
beneath a vista of ebony.
And a silver moon appears snagged
in the branches of a gnarly oak.
Magic supersedes reality
in my imagination's playground.
And as Nature hypnotizes me,
time seems to pause, for a split second./center>
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