Poem +Picture--April 24, 2019
Tonight the setting
sun
waved five pink
fingers in the west,
like a loved one
waving goodbye,
I thought.
Then I stopped and
corrected myself:
The sun will be back
at dawn,
entering from the
east.
This is not goodbye,
not for the sun, nor
loved ones,
but See you in the
morning.
#seeChristhere
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