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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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15 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.
Wow! The color, the clouds and the poem are all beautiful!
I have to ask you, Ginny, something I've always wondered: how can you post Sunday's sunset when the sun hasn't set yet, on Sunday? Was this last Sunday's sunset? Beautiful pictures. Love, Andrea xoxo
My goodness that is a glorious sunset. Wow
God's coloring.
Wow, such dramatic skies!!!
Wow! Breathtaking.
Sunset is my happiest time of day.
I love that fourth picture of the sunsets. I think it's on your Header too! The close-up is cool too.
Have a lovely Sunday, and good week ahead, Ginny.
~Sheri
Beautiful pictures and poem. I hope you had a wonderful day.
Gorgeous! You take the best sunsets Ginny! Happy week to you, Phil and the rest of the family.
The pictures are incredible and so is that beautiful poem at the end! xoxo
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