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The Sun is Near

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Day After Day There is Sunset

 

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

 

Day after day there is sunset,

Beautiful ashtrays of yellow dust;

All what days of the days meet,

Rays of the sunshine hours of lust.

The eyes inside the evening,

Before the day is all gone;

Where lark and small birds sing,

There in red layered setting sun.

 

Dark blue and half lonely,

The hours that dark gives away;

Shadows of night dancing only,

With tone of the wind that play.

Rides of the moon in clouds,

Water that glances in a glow;

Streets empty without crowds,

All is now in silent and slow.

 

Lips of a dream now kisses,

Wings of the darkish flowers;

Brings to a thought night wishes,

Before return of morn hours.

How does a dim make doubts,

Vividly morning coloured orange;

Brushing away grey burn-outs,

Giving the light again change.

 

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The poem appeared on www.poemhunter.com/peter-s-quinn

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Taken on July 9, 2008