The Day, Disappearing

How beautiful
It is
To just sit and watch
The
Day, disappearing.

On my path,
Solitude
Has always created
Such
Resonating serenity,
Even
When I was immersed
In the
Midst of hell.

How beautiful
It is
To just be
The
Day, disappearing.

Photo: Saturday Becoming Night (Windfall, 12/17/16)

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