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Sol Squints
Sol squints as His ruby-red eye
peaks over the edge of the Earth.
And as scarlet inks a pink sky,
Day dims, awaiting Dawn's rebirth.
Shades of charcoal dappled on blue;
merge in the creases of the night.
And a lone owl bids Sol adieu;
silhouetted by Day's last light.
Vermilion clouds float overhead;
gathering low above the ground.
And as the far horizon bleeds,
darkness descends without a sound.
Shadows flow like rivers of black
as twilight succumbs to Dusk's dark.
And daylight slips into a crack;
abandoning a landscape; stark.
Copyright ©
Emile Pinet
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