A sunset tune
Sets in
Like a vast corn field
Glowing submerging into golden yellow
Orangey an ocean full of life, as if last
Tune settling down,
As if a breeze closing in,
eyes in deep entwines...
A sunset tune magnificent,
Like getting Her latin accent
Spelling a name mine unknown
Comes flowing like a tune lone...
And
How the twilight becomes a picture
Of a written unwritten scripture
Spread like a canvas of a song
As if painted by Her brushes colored long...
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