Russet Lips, by Suzette Richards - image generated 13 April 2023
the lips of sunset caress teal outcrop damp with anticipation ever speeding up and illuminating every last aspect however reluctantly as it has to relinquish its grip on reality and find blessed relief after the day’s toil to rest a final burst of colour in horizontal rainbow celestial cymbals herald the climax of the verismo whilst the setting sun reflects on how it squandered dawn
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