The crimson of the evening with dreams entangled
Calls out from a distance, to this mind so stranded
The blue shadow in the horizon so far
Is colored by the golden glow of the close of the day
Making the distant dreams feel so near
Maybe the mind that wanders would not look behind
Like the sight in the sky we behold
That of an unknown unnamed bird
Still I would make that mind my own
Set out for that abode unknown
To explore the orange of the setting sun
Through an unexplored horizon
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
The crimson of the evening with dreams entangled
Calls out from a distance, to this mind so stranded
The blue shadow in the horizon so far
Is colored by the golden glow of the close of the day
Making the distant dreams feel so near
Maybe the mind that wanders would not look behind
Like the sight in the sky we behold
That of an unknown unnamed bird
Still I would make that mind my own
Set out for that abode unknown
To explore the orange of the setting sun
Through an unexplored horizon
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