Sunset

Cerise, the sky along the hill, Cherry-colour, smooth and strong Below grape-blue. The moment will Remain as haunting as a song For evenings when light drains away Or sun sets in a humdrum way. But now, for now, cerise has gained An added richness that is gloom. The dark of coming night is stained With vivid ecstasy, and doom Itself is borrowed to reveal The depths that careless joy can feel.

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