Darrell Troon Oct 221 min readSunsetUpdated: Oct 30As the hours slip away,from a hot summer’s dayThe sky that was blue,is now changing it’s hueAs the sun’s golden glow,starts sinking below.It paints the sky red,as it lays down its head.It’s time to go now,Time to sleep.
As the hours slip away,from a hot summer’s dayThe sky that was blue,is now changing it’s hueAs the sun’s golden glow,starts sinking below.It paints the sky red,as it lays down its head.It’s time to go now,Time to sleep.
Nice and gentle 👍
Concise and poetic. It's grand.