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an icon, this setting sun
swells soft regal colors purple on midnight blues like the songs of my soul a soft aching overtakes my eyes, religiously I watch deep pastels fade into the horizon no prayer better tempts my verse as well as this delight calm tones of darkness where disguised in grays, solace bathes my heart in quiet meditating sound the mysterious stillness of nature’s hiatus - evening’s solemn rite - welcomes joy to warm my hearth later, moonlight will gather my stray thoughts from shadows silver contentment illuminating the night draped in a velvet trance, dreams now transform my visions painting a quaint charm – periwinkle evensong september evening [2008.10.9…b] Written in a combination of Gaines verse (short, short, long, short, short) Please see "Invalid Item"
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