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Heaven’s Threshold
Gray yields to an amber blaze, a golden fracture in the haze. It is not light alone we see, but a fleeting glimpse of Majesty… Continue reading
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Evening Without End
The river holds the sun in quiet flame, where day and night in whispered colors blend. Clouds drift, shadows soften all the same, and time forgets the need to ever end… Continue reading
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Hope in the Shallows
The February thaw paints gold on reeds and amber shallows, where hope awakens softly beyond winter’s sorrows… Continue reading
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Twilight’s Touch
Her slender limbs reach, holding the sun’s scarlet blush, night’s first quiet touch… Continue reading
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Winter’s Surrender
She drifts through clouds in rolling silk, to tease the Old Man’s frozen heart; her sunset breath, like honeyed milk, tears his silvered world apart. Upon the lake, her pearly glow seduces ice to liquid fire; he clings to frost… Continue reading
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Forest’s Fading Light
Deep in the forest, void of sight, a fragile branch holds fading light. Its final leaves in amber glow, catch golden whispers drifting low… Continue reading
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Beyond the Cannon’s Breath
In golden light of evening blaze, the old sentry meets our gaze. From cannon’s breath and bitter fray, to Pataskala’s peaceful quiet way. He catches fire in the evening sun, a soldier’s watch that’s never done. Carved in stone for… Continue reading
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Echoes of Autumn Light
I watch the drifts through frozen glass, and miss her light on autumn grass. In November’s gold, she used to glow, a cool, crisp breath before the snow. Now winter reigns in silent white, while I crave the ghost of… Continue reading
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Embers in the Cold
Slipping low, she pours her fire into the cold, molten orange fading, rich and bold. Clouds catch embers, ash-soft, warm and slow, and winter keeps the secret of her glow… Continue reading
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Where Winter Colors Fade
She stands weathered against the cold, as amber clouds flare and fade, blending winter blue into soft purple shade… Continue reading
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Quiet Flame at Dusk
She leans low, a quiet flame, peeking through trees turned dark and still; light slips between their shadowed frames, soft gold surrendering to evening’s will…. Continue reading
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Road Leads
The road runs west where daylight bends, gold lingers soft where evening ends… Continue reading
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