Listen to the Sunset
Listen to the Sunset
In this day going light
Tunes of some regret
Before the coming night
So much is then lost
That no one did remember
In lights of red flow rust
Of autumn in September
Special day and evening
Flowing from the ray
As the dark comes singing
In muted colors play
Bell is ringing a tune
Of melodies in gone past
In each their commune
That now to night runs fast
Listen to the Sunset
As darkness close the sky
In shading tint alphabet
When illumination colors die
So much then gets crossed
In its malleable and ember
That comes with winter gust
In autumn of red September
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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