Sunset Poem by Brian Taylor

Sunset



Over and over, you and I
sift the contents of our mind
and try to find
the people we think we might have been.

Try as we will, behind
the painted curtain,
one thing is certain;

Nothing is ever seen.

Sunday, July 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sunset
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