Posted in Poetry

Lilt lullaby

The wind of shrill west rides

On the scarlet waves of sunset,

The sun sinks into the edges

Of the horizon in a soft silhouette,

The longing for the unknown

Mysterious, amorphous, gorgeous

Springs from the wings of Pegasus.

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