[sunset wallpaper from yahoo dot com]
GOLDEN TRANSITIONS
When golden clouds call, come
And you stand transfixed to some;
Glorious, inexplicable, ordinary
Eventide drama of a sky, so very
Coquettish in exiting, it leaves
A taste of yearning, and cleaves
To palate of somber silhouettes,
Waiting to embrace sleep pirouettes,
Maybe long after it has vanished,
A blend of wine to lips, a tryst
Instead, seductive souls do savour,
Insomniac sheep, naught to favour.
GOLDEN TRANSITIONS © gillena cox 2016
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[My video choice of today - Мишель Легран Саксофон ~ Осенняя грусть]
