I wrote this poem a long time ago, it feels like a lifetime ago. . .
This is the only poem that I have given serious thought to. It reminds me of better days whenever I read it.
Sunsets:
Exquisite, glorious, stunning sunset
Amulet of light, easy to recall
Sublime orb, retaining a moment
Magnificent star, able to enthrall
Crystalline, victorious, breathing clouds
Puffs of mist, seems to crawl
Colored atmosphere, attracting crowds
Scarlet horizon, canvas of a fall
Together these prevent shrouds
Forms used by dark sorrow
One way for those to hate clouds
Hope they love more tomorrow
Sunsets bring warmth and kindness,
Once through what's left is blindness.
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