The golden sunset shines a warmth onto
crimson foliage imbued in tapestry of hues.
As pedestrians basks in its glory,
I notice tips of the leaves turning into burn marks,
and the glorious sun into last candle wick.
I paused, wondering if I should linger
soaking my soul in its comfort.
But the sun must rise after dark.
Let there be strength and wisdom
in my steps into the dark.
11.14.2025










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