Sunset

Sunset

A Poem by ecasynaman

Before me
is a tapestry
woven in threads
of minutes in purple
of seconds in gold.

Still thinner strands of time
in pink and blue and gray
join in for a beautiful display
of affection divine,

all hanging there for me.

© 2014 ecasynaman


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ecasynaman
ecasynaman

New York, NY



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