The sky still burns,
all flaming orange and pink.
Smoldering twilight,
Turns to warm shadows
And the quiet promise
Of a sleepless night.
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts On The Way Of Things.
The sky still burns,
all flaming orange and pink.
Smoldering twilight,
Turns to warm shadows
And the quiet promise
Of a sleepless night.
Crimson sunlight bled from the sky,
Lighting up the new dusk like fire.
It was nothing to the sunset behind your eyes.