Sunset
The sun is perched
on the edge of the world,
its crimson colour aglow,
beckoning clouds of the night
to wake their sleepy heads,
as it wants to rest
itself for another day.
poem by David Harris

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The sun is perched
on the edge of the world,
its crimson colour aglow,
beckoning clouds of the night
to wake their sleepy heads,
as it wants to rest
itself for another day.
poem by David Harris

Submitted by Poetry Lover
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