
Strands of lilac and salmon pink
waft in ribbons across the sky
For to bid a final adieu
to the scant remains of a dusk
From a forgotten yesterday
That linger melancholic awhile
reluctant the scene to relinquish
As a dying sun
melts into the liquid darkness
Where abides an unseen abyss
below a distant horizon
Which edges the inky sea
While in the east
a moon of chalk white
Materialises in glorious majesty
amid a retinue of stars
lost in a violet sky
That characterises the hour of dreams
~ d.a.simpson ~
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