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 |    A book to house all my Poetic Explorations |
 When dusk comes and the sun will set Witness the beauty, and you won't regret The nature's transition, a magnificent view As it goes to slumber and bids adieu. Gulls shoot like arrows piercing through crimson skies They leave the fields in a rush and raucous byes. I lie on the strand and watch the shift of scene Of nature's grandest display in a widescreen. A calm sea casts its tiny folds Like turning pages of stories untold. While cold breeze brings soft caress Tickles my feet with its gentle press. The shining ball plunge on the line Leaving myriad hues on its place behind Of bloody red, vibrant orange and tint of ocher With various colors of gold to dark umber. A lone sailboat hastily breasts the sea It was once was huge, now I can't see. From afar, it vanish 'neath the thread I wonder if it feels not a single dread. The nature starts to pull down its curtain One thing for sure, one thing for certain Don't feel sad, feel not a pain, 'Cause it reveals its splendor back again. |
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