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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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12 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
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