Golden sunsets
Beautiful in its prime
But like all good things,
It fades into night
And as time passes
The joyous yellow fades
Yet from it, I feel consoled
For the dawn introduces
Unimaginable iridescent shades
Breathing hope
into my weary soul
Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
Golden sunsets
Beautiful in its prime
But like all good things,
It fades into night
And as time passes
The joyous yellow fades
Yet from it, I feel consoled
For the dawn introduces
Unimaginable iridescent shades
Breathing hope
into my weary soul
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