Sunset - Poem by Robert Hiers
Why does the most golden light cast the longest shadows?
The last sun of evening - gold tinged with pink - the best saved until last.
Simple perfection for a few moments only
But every day holds the possibility - not the promise - of those few moments for those that look for them
I see you as that light in my life
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