
Looking out the window in front of me,
What is it now that I know I see?
Brilliant sunshine, wisps of white, naked trees and river white.
The limbs reach up ever towards the blue,
Waiting for the sunset to start anew.

Looking out the window in front of me,
What is it now that I know I see?
Brilliant sunshine, wisps of white, naked trees and river white.
The limbs reach up ever towards the blue,
Waiting for the sunset to start anew.
Beautiful poem about the ever beautiful sunset.
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Thank you very much!
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Now this one is peaceful ❤
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Aren’t they all???? 🙂
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Not the clock one. That was more worrisome that time is passing. I’m having a worrisome night, so don’t personalize it. Now I have a loud clicking clock stuck in my head, figuratively speaking.
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I realize you were making positive feelings about the movement of time…..
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I get it. Being in kind of the same boat as you, over the last three years I have become more and more aware of the clock ticking! It’s scary stuff.
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