Sad Sunset....
When one sits for a while
beside the sandy shore and contemplate
on the pouring of light
early morning and the
fading of light in the afternoon
one feels that
the sun too bleeds blood
after a struggle
though you smell nothing
and touch nothing
and then you comfort yourself
with the feeling
that this poetry is nothing but
a state of the
mind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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