Sunset

Through the trees of an evening
the delight of the gold
as the sunset descends once again
and this moment divine
which is wholly mine
is comforting like an old friend

And for a moment or two I am taken away
to a place that borders on bliss
as I look to the west
and know I am blessed
to be free to witness all this

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

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