Matthew Anish Poet I do not know?

Left Behind

Colors of the 
day
     bleed into the landscape
   the sun rises - blood red
        the day's tapestry 
unravels
            we are caught unaware
by the ever - changing 
                     natural scenario
    Let's taste delicous wine
Before we are left behind
               and the moon's face
      challenges our assumptions
about life, death and a thousand 
           other similarly important questions

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