Tuesday, 25 February 2014

Sinking Dawn.

The sky is blushing pink;
A school girl in her fantasies.
What is it about this goodbye,
That the world turns serene?

The air is so pure.
The golden globe may be sinking,
But its final dance is breathtaking.

Bask in the glow of this hope,
As it shines red on your skin;
For tomorrow a new dawn arises.

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