Sunset

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Sunset

The clouds are white pillows on an orange canvas;
The sinking sun, pure blaze.

My eyes drink, my muscles melt.

Outside the breeze is free.

Come to me, heaven's breath,
Fill me to the brim.

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inkmaster commented on Sunset

10-19-2011

I liked this ...thought provoking...short but sweet..nice write...a 10 from me!!

windsongs commented on Sunset

10-18-2011

balmy warm dirt tree lined road down by cool lake! a walk!

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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