Sol's Sent To Bed
A flotilla of clouds sails across blue skies
to a pink horizon, where Day dies
and a scarlet sun bleeds red
as dark shadows spread.
Sol's sent to
bed
for He's through
weaving light's last thread,
and sleeps, as time flips ahead
to Dawn: and heralding the sunrise:
a flotilla of clouds sails across blue skies.
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