Sunset is the ugly brother of sunrise.
The disappointing second album.
The fall.
Martin Pryce
So many warm colors, ones I had only seen in crayon boxes. Each stretched out and blending into the other to make a work of art. I’d seen many pictures the other kids drew, but now being able to see it in real life made me realize how hopeless it was to capture such magnificence.
The sunset hovers over the hills, lingering in pink skies and purple clouds, just not ready to go to bed yet, glamourous yet bad at endings, like your hand on the doorknob and your coat puffed out around you as you talk for another hour but you don’t sit down because you really do have to go.
“I imagine you must miss it,” Death said. Watching your kids grow. Having that first taste of your morning`s brew. Smiling at the sunset with your beautifully aged partner, reminiscing on days when your nights began right after it went down. “That life was something” I reply, smiling and nodding.
They had reached the top of the mountain at sunset, and put down the tent and their packs. They stopped to watch the clouds and the birds flying back to their homes in the trees. He, being the more pragmatic one, said, “We should get the tent set up while we still have some light.”
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her marked eyes flicked flickered on this working website
a sunlit night shadowed by moonlit sights
a goodnight sunset crested on a mountain’s time
good bye good one good son
a wondrous time in the flick of an eye
matt m
God makes the most beautiful sunsets you ever seen. Saying goodbye to wonderful day.
Sunset is the ugly brother of sunrise.
The disappointing second album.
The fall.
So many warm colors, ones I had only seen in crayon boxes. Each stretched out and blending into the other to make a work of art. I’d seen many pictures the other kids drew, but now being able to see it in real life made me realize how hopeless it was to capture such magnificence.
The sunset hovers over the hills, lingering in pink skies and purple clouds, just not ready to go to bed yet, glamourous yet bad at endings, like your hand on the doorknob and your coat puffed out around you as you talk for another hour but you don’t sit down because you really do have to go.
“I imagine you must miss it,” Death said. Watching your kids grow. Having that first taste of your morning`s brew. Smiling at the sunset with your beautifully aged partner, reminiscing on days when your nights began right after it went down. “That life was something” I reply, smiling and nodding.
They had reached the top of the mountain at sunset, and put down the tent and their packs. They stopped to watch the clouds and the birds flying back to their homes in the trees. He, being the more pragmatic one, said, “We should get the tent set up while we still have some light.”
her marked eyes flicked flickered on this working website
a sunlit night shadowed by moonlit sights
a goodnight sunset crested on a mountain’s time
good bye good one good son
a wondrous time in the flick of an eye
God makes the most beautiful sunsets you ever seen. Saying goodbye to wonderful day.
As the sunsets over the ocean it creates an atmosphere that is humbling and relaxing.
When we were in a room by the ocean and talked about books.