SUNSETS
The pale sun rises,
weak watery anguish
happiness intermingles
mixed with colours that blend.
Confuse and blind . The twist
of life remains bound Dappled
with blue, flanked by green ...
and haunted by brown.
Forgotten times remembered
in photographs, faces from
the past blur into the present
Switching from black to blue
and back to grey, the sunsets
on another day
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ReplyDeletesepia tones/shades of the moment.
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