
Sunset unwraps the sky into a rare purple rose.
The pending promissory note of a restful repose.
How lucky the ancient woods and sequoia forest,
What eons of sunsets has its members witnessed.
What mystery stories and legends could they relay,
Perhaps waving through the growth of the canopy,
To catch the Sun as she readies her exit strategy.
Their years of faithful service daily repaid kindly,
With offerings of her vistas that never disappoint,
Unfolding the petals of her departing silhouette.
So beautiful Suzette. 💛
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Thank you Lia, so glad you enjoyed it. Pleasant day to you. Keep on. Peace🙏❤
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How beautiful 😇♥️
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Thank you Sarika. Blessings on your day. Cheers❤😊
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Most welcome dear 😊
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Thanks for another beautifully penned poem. Happy Day.
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Thank you Goff for your kind words of support. Much appreciated! Have a wonderful day as well. Blessings
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My pleasure. Happy Day.
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You’ve such a wonderful way with words.
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There is no better way to end a day than seeing one of Creation’s vivid, colorful, and reverent sunsets. Suzette, your poem captures one for me to imagine.
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Yes, the end of the day is a special kind of rainbow called a sunset, I think. So kind your wonderful always discerning comments. A true pleasure to hear your insight and read your posts. Thank you! Blessings😊
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Very nice use of metaphor! The poem made me smile.
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Glad you enjoyed it Liz. Thank you. Happy Canada Day 🇨🇦
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