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Sunset Memories
Sunset memories
In the garden of my thoughts
memories of warmer days gone by,
staring unaware drifting aimlessly
I watched the brush of all brushes,
painting a symphony of pastels.
only the master of all masters
may produce such a soft harmony
a pleasure of comfort .
hanging over vast seemingly motionless
white crested dark turbulent waters,
with no warning only the after glow,
then a world deep in silence.
During the minutes of silence
other brilliant canvases passed by ,
colored by the same brush, but,
the mood was sharper golds pinks
blazing oranges dramatically hesitating
majestically sinking into vast singing
white foam dark dancing waters
mesmerized with each departing molecule
unable to shift unable to swerve
stretching the moment into centuries
utter concentration not daring to miss,
cricket call frog croak, a silence?
geylan 8-3-2001
This Poetry gives you the chance to imagin living in the romantic mode which is lost now due to the rapid civelisation improvement and daily life , but it gives you the impretion that there is a sadnees covered touch that lays over some words