Sunset of red, Sunset of Gold

Sun set of Gold

One with evening’s singing birds.

They sing as if calling out night.

Night hiding behind endless horizon.

From where sunset of gold manifests.

Her rays light up that side of sky.

Sunset of red, reminds me I’m not dead.

Scintillating rays bleed from the clouds

In whose lines of silver I am a believer

Solomon

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