acrylic on canvas 8x11MCS
The seagull cries out
as it sails the darkening sky
under a few wisps of cloud
the horizon is flushed
with the first colours of sunset
gentle waves roll in off
the now quiet lake
darkening the sand
leaving bits of white foam
I walk along Gold Lake
when I’m restless
the sound of the rolling
waters sooths me
the seagull is gone now
only the wisps of cloud
stay behind in the
flushing night sky
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Beautiful poem painting your beautiful colors with words
rated with love