Running through the Dunes
West into our setting Sun
Hearing new times ahead
In the endless Oceans Roar
Many have come before
Many will come after
I am here now
On this final sunset
This last dark night of W approaches
His final sunset dancing on the horizon
Earth turns a new tide
Good night George, good night
Twilight waves scouring old stones
Everything falls to be renewed
Beauty will always Be
Yet tomorrow seems to be brighter
To Me
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Thanks for this. A poem seems just the right way to bid farewell to the last eight years.
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