The Sun Sets Poem by Ruta Mohapatra
The Sun Sets
The sun marching across the sky
The air silent, brooding
The leaves all sleeping
Their mid-afternoon sleep
A few more years
A few more years
And then to vanish
Like smoke in the air
The attachments slowly peeling away
Like dried bark of a tree
Like dried layers of an onion
As the soul prepares to rise
Light, lighter, lighter
Bright, brighter, brighter
Till it resembles in its whole
The purest rays of the sun
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6/12/2024 11:41:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
truly beautifully wonderful I love it Bravo!
Thank you, Lee! Such nice comments!