Poetic Majesty
If seen more than a thousand times,
Each time breeds a greater sublime.
Yesterday, right around 6PM, it was.
A view, forcing memories; it really does.
Looking over toward the western sky,
That expanse was bold; not a bit shy.
Forgetting it yesterday; a quick recall today.
A look of solemnity that dreaded going away.
Seems there was something it wished to say.
Peaceful light blue sky, hued reddish orange;
Fixative, breathtaking. Remarkable artistry,
Another divinely majestic undertaking.
031221PS
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