Over the silent woods
The orange flame from
The dying sun flies past as
A lonely soul in penance;
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You are not only a keen observer of nature but can paint the landscape in your poems with its changing shades and colours so as to bring the scintillating spectacle live to the reader. Amazing write. Thanks for sharing.
Over the silent woods The orange flame from The dying sun flies past as A lonely soul in penance; Beyond the chain of hills Rises attired in deep black The angel of night to rule Performing a mystic dance; - - - - - - - - - A wonderful poetic expression about nightfall which fills the heart with peace and tranquility.
Thanks for wonderful comment. Gratitude.