i'm always drawn to sunsets
and at times i wonder why
the beauty the sky begets
a time for a good cry
was it because of the colors
the burning hues of orange
or something like the future
a mystery profound and strange
the light pierces my soul
i see what is the truth
it is beyond control
for all the wise and couth
it's the sun telling me
endings are beautiful too
you can mourn for what it may be
but in the end you'll always have you
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Unmuffled
Poetrya collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
