Daily Reflection & Short Original Poem
“Every day we cast the net, and only what is ours returns to us.”
© Yahia Lababidi, author of "Where Epics Fail"
What the Sunset Said - An Original Poem
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…
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Have a lovely Sunday _/|_
(Images: thanks, to Pixabay)