Winter Sunset
Warm reflections of placidity,
on soft fresh snow,
glows pink in the dusk,
not a single wind blows.
Calm and peaceful,
slipping into sleep,
nothing alive but me,
I find rare serenity.
Lying in the snow,
waiting to drift into sleep,
witnessing a final dusk,
as the sun falls behind distant hills.
And as I look upon,
this lifeless void,
a solitary scarlet rose,
flashes in the light,
feeding the flame of hope,
then I close my eyes.
on soft fresh snow,
glows pink in the dusk,
not a single wind blows.
Calm and peaceful,
slipping into sleep,
nothing alive but me,
I find rare serenity.
Lying in the snow,
waiting to drift into sleep,
witnessing a final dusk,
as the sun falls behind distant hills.
And as I look upon,
this lifeless void,
a solitary scarlet rose,
flashes in the light,
feeding the flame of hope,
then I close my eyes.
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