Fading Ember Days

A short poem about the sunset

The world spins away the fabric of the day.

The embers of last sunlight fade to dark
In vibrant hues of reds, golds and purples blues
In a last stitch effort to be remembered.

I had not thought things to fade in dramatic fashion
Until I watched the show the sunset made.

Author's Note

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