Tuesday, August 24, 2004

Venetian Sunset

Hills cut out of the clouds
Houses like fireflies dot
The light and shade
Congeeled from billowing
Greyness silhoueted
By flaming irridecence
Kissing the horison
In tearsome farewell
Chill tears of parting
Sift down from the heavens
To send sadness rippling
Through grey-scale world

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