A prisoners sunset. Pause for a dramatic description... As I sit at this desk and write, I look to the left, and through the windows, I see the most amazing colors of pink and orange, and violet, red, yellow and dark blue. The sun is setting, and the final rays of the sunlight contrasts with the few clouds that linger in the winter sky, casting the most beautiful rays of light, across the winter gloom. As the sun breaks with the horizon, I know that this could quite possibly be the most beautiful sunset in all of my memory. However, never will there be anything quite as beautiful as the first sunset that I gaze upon, unobstructed by the razor wire and fence, that I look upon now. Intricate B My page https://facebook/pages/Poet-Intricate-B/152062208329721 And check out my book Wasted Youth Remembers amazon/dp/B00H1LFKH4/
Posted on: Sun, 19 Jan 2014 06:23:06 +0000
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