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  • Writer's pictureTony Frobisher

Sunset Departures

There have been many times I have stared at the setting sun As it burned defiant, reluctant Giving way in coloured disdain To the ignorance of night And each time the dying sun Seemed to slow to a pause Before dipping low In a final radiant burst To be swallowed by the horizon And impending darkness As if apologetic and remorseful to have left For every sunset is a goodbye An inevitable departure With a hoped for return

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