Sunset
my perfect day is bleeding in the sky
as an evening gust takes my hair with a sigh
frogs sing, and birds in circled flight cry_
I must stop to watch the sweet changing hues
rose, lilac purple and the swirling of blues
oh, such beautiful and heavenly views_
now, red and yellow mingle in a haze
the sky is unfurling a colorful blaze
I could just stand here forever and gaze _
slowly, that bright golden sphere is sinking
falling, fading- the horizon drinking
dusk has captured my world, I am thinking_
I watch as the sweet stars glide into place
then, orange moon has settled in it's space
and my perfect day is gone without a trace_
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April 12, 2020 (Edited)
Poetry/Our Destiny/Rhyme
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1243-239-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted into Strand Pick 10 Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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