Lovely As the Sunset
Golden ball retires to its closet,
It sinks below the line set.
Temperatures fall,
As the night awaits its call.
High up in the sky's expanse,
It shone without resistance.
The seashore teeming with people,
Bathing and basking in the radiant pull.
As the day takes a bow,
The night stands ready to take the plough.
A wonder of nature,
Is sunset painted picture.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2022
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