The Fading Light
The horizon is aflame
As the setting sun retires
I bow down to its glory
And the reverence it inspires
Soft shades tint the fading light
A painted portrait in my eyes
The clouds awash with color
As they flutter across the skies
With daylight now descending
And the twilight coming soon
Yawns a weary setting sun
That awakens the rising moon
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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