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Sunset

As it sets, the sun streaks the sky Cornucopia of festive ribbons on high Emerald green, deep pink, aquamarine Heavenly canvas, blazing scene Scant moments later, it's pale overhead Sunset vanished, its pigment bled... An earthly candle tapering down Flickers weakly toward the ground When of a sudden its wan flame ignites A last burst of glory, surging bright Ere it collapses, a waxen pool Its fuel all spent; its demise so cruel... So too, as our precious days slip away We sense the time has come to pay Our final call on this Earthly stage We turn back time for one last grand stand Then hail the carriage of Death's Coachman

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 11/7/2018 2:02:00 PM
A very fine poem indeed. I can see the Shakespeare influence. Nicely written.
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/7/2018 3:54:00 PM
Whoa, W.A! I could die and go to heaven on the wings of this comment!! Thanks a zillion! :) Gershon
Date: 11/7/2018 7:45:00 AM
Wow, very beautiful. Well written Gershon :)
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/7/2018 10:12:00 AM
Thank you so much, Heidi. Appreciated. :) gw
Date: 11/7/2018 4:42:00 AM
- A beautiful and deep poem, Gershon - "A last burst of glory, surging bright" - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 11/7/2018 10:11:00 AM
Thank you for your kind words and encouragement, Anne-Lise! :) gw
Date: 11/7/2018 2:40:00 AM
Each sunset no matter how beautiful brings us closer to the grim reapers coach. We have to make the most of every day. Tom.
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Date: 11/7/2018 10:11:00 AM
Couldn't agree with you more, Tom. Thank you for the observation. Best wishes, Gershon