Sunsets - Poem by John Overman
They are a great ending to a warm sunny day, it is fun to go and watch
from sunlight, twilight, and then dusk.
Those of us who enjoy this time of evening like this to let our minds wander as we watch the sun go through its stages.
Sometimes when we are trying too hard to finish a poem in progress,
when the words will not come, we decide to stop
and take a walk to go watch the sunset,
when you return the words started flowing again.
Sunsets are also beautiful paintings across the sky,
they make you think of things,
they can also inspire you to keep writing by their sheer beauty.
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