The Setting Sun Poem by Paul Warren

The Setting Sun



I wear a cloak as my disguise
And I use it to cool my pride
For in an instant I can disappear
So you can't see me near

I can then stand when danger calls
For one needs these things as part of their all
And don't think if I let you near
That you will find my cloak will disappear.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Sunday, November 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love,poem,sunset
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Paul Warren

Paul Warren

ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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