When golden light through windows break
And day begins to rest
We pause with measured breath and take
A look at how we're blessed
The colors are so bold and bright
They put the world to shame
I wish it could be this always
And never turn to night
But I would tire of the same
And miss the sun's bright blaze
The Ramblings of one Partical-ular mind. Using words to create a cohesive whole of the universe. Poems and Foreign languages and mixed media.
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Tuesday, June 20, 2017
Dusk
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