The sky looked spectral
With a roseate tint,
Blotches of grey and aquamarine blue
The birds were a picture
Of serenity
Winging their way home
In the distant sky
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Sunset in all of its aspects is an endless scource for inspiration. I, who am, after all, a sunset traveler, like to think of birds winging their way home. Thank you for this, Leonard. Warm regards, Sandra