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The Sun Flared a Deep Gold

Written by D. A. Simpson The sun flared a deep gold
Low on the far horizon
Gilding the western skies
While in the east
The night by degrees
Encroached upon the celestial sheet
As it washed the heavens
In a pale ink of blue
Of pastel tones subdued
And bided time awhile
Until the glorious finale
Aloft in the crepuscular skies
Had blazed its last
And the firmament
Yielded to a deep indigo
As the curtain of nighttide
Folded across a slumbering world.

© 09/2021

The Sun Flared a Deep Gold
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