The backdropp of the setting sun
A bronze circle slowly sinking
Casting a golden glaze through
The pinkest pass over the clouds
The slow following of stars spotting the sky
The sky turning from gold to coffee
The sky light turning from bronze to silver
The clouds turning from grey to pink
Yet my eyes would translate this differently
Not the peaceful scene you perceive
Not the grace of natural beauty
But like my own personal hell coming alive
Mind related to nature in a mood of personal life...well done...nice read...thank you
Fabulous work takes such colours of life! Wonderful expression here Smiling at you from a new day dawning on Tai
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Observation of Nature and reality of life are odds juxtaposed...!