(Photo of sunset in Australia)
I would love to sit here and write about sunsets
of fall’s pink and purple
and about doubled rainbow skies,
those rare, resplendent celestial beauties.
Instead, the dripping ink bleeds ‘bout life’s regrets—
pages and pages full
about troubled souls, lows that arise
and darker, decadent tragedies.
This poem’s inspired by Potter Poems on Sunrises, a great follow here.
Well done, Marinarena!