Lady Sunset
A brilliant dress of reds and blues.
Each fabric deepens to kinder hues.
Great pink, deep orange, a vibrant parade.
At standstill a moment, a charming new shade.
Each color sings, a beautiful voice.
Harken, you must, you haven’t a choice.
The last love you’ll know before you find rest.
A work of God’s love, a masterful test.
She appears in your dreams “til you wake the next morn.
Reality or fraud, forever you’re torn.
Copyright © Isaac Heintzelman | Year Posted 2024
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