First or Final Sunset
Am I the first to view these dying golden rays, the first to wish the sea soon quenched leaving a few unsipped streaks for a tomorrow that may not come? Am I the last to see lusty waves carrying off gilded curls of light, only to free them in the darkest depths of the ocean for a future traveller to discover? Am I the only one who hears soft music caressing every dying breath of sunshine as it's absorbed into the living mass of the world's most voracious predator? And who am I to be so blessed that my frail sight is permitted to witness the miracle of the sea as it drinks the melted warmth of the sun's farewell? I am the one who asks: is this the first sunset, or the last?
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Started writing poems at age 14, lyrics a lot later and am still doing both to my astonishment. Along the way I wrote a couple of novels and they are published by Amazon. I am gloriously happy in my marriage, after 50 years and I am relieved to say...
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