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Sunset spills its golden thread,
Weaving warmth where
daylight fled.
Whispers hum on
twilight's seam,
Stitching silence
into dream
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Sunday Sunset
🌅 Sunset spills its golden thread, Weaving warmth where daylight fled. Whispers hum on twilight's seam, Stitching silence into...
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4 comments:
Beautiful poem and stunning captures, Ginny.
Such an intense sun!
You just never seem to have a boring sunset there. Once again it's absolutely beautiful. I like the poem as well.
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