Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The setting

the sun goes down upon us
brilliant pinks highlight the sky
the type of artistic nature
that produces a wistful sigh

angel's breath kisses the horizon
with purples, pinks and mauves
fingers lacing through the clouds
lit from the sun below

slipping away so slowly
to become someone elses muse
poetic images fill my mind
nature's beauty I cannot refuse 

by Barbara

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