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Sunset Years

The one and only Master painter gathers His colossal tools and works all day blending mixing enough color, moisture, light Blowing clouds in, just so Tirelessly, effortlessly dovetailing all movements for a sunset of exquisite beauty. Old eyes have seen His hands brush strokes line his face and he tells of dovetailed moments and years waiting to bask in the glory of his own sunset dear.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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