At sunset the fiery sky rebels
into gray.
The clouds become stained
with orange, fighting the approaching dark.
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Sobering, but the way you expressed times onward march seems to be the better way. Time will win and nothing will change that. Hope you are not planning any early departure. I find this even soothing
A poem for thought, I love the, barefoot and happy, heading towards heaven.
I guess time is marching on for all of us while w e sit and watch - very poignant write Smoky, great.
Great imagery! I like the wait of death and it's acceptance.