Original Poetry & Photography
Start, again
Sunset is a gentle master to all that are stricken
patiently, teaching us how to melt a bruise away
Watch how, with a silver whisk, that cracked egg
of a setting sun is majestically stirred, and put to rest.
Violent violet, pining pink, and yelling yellow
all agitated, then muted, their differences reconciled
until all that remains is a faint tattoo of quiet hurt
pearlescent wisps of smoke from a sighing flame
that night stealthily smothers and hushes away...
—Yahia Lababidi
This was beautiful to read. Loved your description of the colours. It stirred my soul.... Amazing photos as well. I will share on facebook and twitter
Bless your sensitive heart. There’s something healing about sunset, I find... I’m glad these words reached you & thank you, for sharing them. 🙏🏼
You are very welcome.
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