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Falling Sun

I walk slowly through subtle hues of red-yellow

Earth draped in light

Falling gently with the winds of time

As the world begins to sleep.


Lungs filled with winter’s breath

And the cool, crisp crackle of leaves beneath my tread

Slow my pace to match its own

And I pause.


Patiently waiting for the outbreath

To guide my wandering steps and fleeting thoughts

Past the falling sun

And toward the horizon.


Where I can rest in the peace and calm

Of tomorrow.

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Taken on November 9, 2007