So sweepingly pink
the sunset over the city
that it pours
into the emptiness—
not to fix it, no,
more as if to show
what a little splendor can do
when given a place
to enter.
November 25, 2017 by Rosemerry
So sweepingly pink
the sunset over the city
that it pours
into the emptiness—
not to fix it, no,
more as if to show
what a little splendor can do
when given a place
to enter.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged beauty, city, poem, poetry, sunset | 2 Comments
a deeply thoughtful poem. Thank you, Rosemerry!
Thank you, Carol ⦠you can tell I was visiting a city!
xo
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