The Dying Sun
- A picture of a sunset
I was walking home from work one day and saw a beautiful sunset.
Another short one, but it seemed to say all it needed to.
The sky is reddened by the dying sun,
Ending a day it had earlier begun.
With streaks of blue and whisps of pink,
The bright glowing ball begins to sink.
Category: "Life", Star-Rating: **
Written by Keith Lambell, May 22th 2003
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