My Soul At Sunset
With a golden smile, I lower myself;
then slathered out like apricot jam,
I brighten on the horizon
until I glow bittersweet.
Flaming coral, I now
settle on the beach.
Yielding to night,
my soul slips
into
sea.
April 16, 2020
for Chantelle Anne Cooke's Slipping Soul Sunsets Into The Sea Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2020
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