|MAGIC HOUR (standard:poetry, 110 words)|
|Author: eddiesolo||Added: May 18 2004||Views/Reads: 1691/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A short poem about a sunset.|
THE MAGIC HOUR Golden light cast in delicate glow, Casting long yet elegant shadows, Surrounded in amber hue, I sit...I wait, Covered from evening chill the sky burns before me, Blues to yellows to oranges and reds, A wondrous palate of colour, ever shifting...ever mixing, Dark blood red and deep purple spell the prequel to night, The darkness is almost upon me, Distant twinkling cousins join the old man in the moon, Together we will witness the final act, With tearful eyes I gaze at the incredible performance...and then, I sit...I wait, Gone now are the colours, Gone now is the day, And gone now is my beautiful sunset hour. Tweet
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