Leaves sway softly in the glow
of a star's gentle dying,
grass is still
and so am I.
Behind a cloud it splits in half,
to again become whole and strong
enough to illuminate the rest of us,
mere dreamers.
Nor does it dive beneath the trees,
choosing rather to mosey on in, to that
bittersweet nocturne.
Author notes
My name is Amergin, and I am addicted to Sunsets.
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