~ Image courtesy of Georgia/Bastet ~
When sun is perching on horizon
and colors carousel my eyes
the day is setting, or it’s rising…
how’d you advise?
Sky darkens…some hues maybe leaving
acute night vision ever faint…
when minor mood change so evident
would you pretend?
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