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| As the sun Lowesrs to a long days ending Bringing a collage of colors to the sky, Looking like an almost too perfect painting So beautiful, So serene, It captivates. We never tend to look, to even notice To see the beauty of a long days ending Something we always take for granted. The love we share, we never see the beauty We just have to stop, nurture, look, live our love Our love is something not worth waiting for Like a dark night it calls us to see, to look And to use everything imaginable, For us see the quiet beuty in it. (Grand Canyon, August, 2001) |
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