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Jul 2012
Nothing's without beauty
when the sun is sitting low,
gently kissing the horizon
everything begins to slow

The keen, abundant hues
of day break down as Venus climbs
into soft burnt orange and pinks
as the sky becomes sublime

Shadows cloak the earth against
the coming cold of night,
evincing each thing's beauty
in the transient twilight
Zajan Akia
Written by
Zajan Akia  Long Island, NY
(Long Island, NY)   
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   Robert Guerrero
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