Beautiful Sunset

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Beautiful Sunset


An orange ball of fire sinking below the trees. I feel upon my face the warm July breeze. My eyes are so happy to see such a sight.
My mind has been comforted for a peaceful sleep tonight.
My body is no longer weary for I have seen the works of God. When I wake up in the morning my life won't be as hard.


Copyright Gainey 2008

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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