Sunsets


Sunsets

Are they a glorious display of fiery colors, a palette of wonders? 

Are they the end of a day, the end of a life? 

Or do they simply show the changes of the world and it's light? 

Are they a scientific phenomenon, a interesting occurrence? 

Do they end one creatures wakefulness, or start another's? 

Sunsets
Are so many things 

Metaphors and Inquiries, 
Symbols and Science, 
Beginnings and Endings, 
Beauty and Wonder. 

Like a person, they seem one thing at a glance, and another when you take a deeper look, 
and so, staring at the sunset every night,  
I'll think of the many meanings behind a word. 


 

 

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wildcat

VT

14 years old

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    Through forests bright, caverns dim, 

    Flying in the wild wind.  

    Tears have been shed and goodbyes have been said 

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