A multi-hued portrait slowly emerges from a quixotic brush dipped
into the flamboyant palette of a sunset-splashed vista, where
seagulls pine in mid-air disport, sounding clarion calls
as they fly, silhouetted, into the last traces of clouded cerulean alibi,
while a weary sun completes its nightly descent, to suspire over
the glittering breast of a jaded sea, as twilight's lavender skies evanesce,
melding silently into a star-studded canopy of aubergine.
wonderful piece and I love your use of metaphors throughout