Sunday, 22 August 2021

THE GOLDEN ORB

 

The golden orb

Burning orange

Set slowly

Beyond the distant hills

As it slid slowly down

It painted the hills

In rainbow hues

Back lighting the tree line

Highlighting them boldly black

Showing them in stark relief

Against the crimson sky

As it was finally swallowed

By the western horizon

The sky was tinged with pink

Before darkness was everywhere

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