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As The Sun Disappears In The Mountains

by Richard Davis



I grab my camera and start walking.
I hurry down the road deserted
for the day by the tourist traffic.
The only sound besides
my footsteps is the rushing
current of the river beyond
the roadside trees. I want
to capture that last glow
of light spread in its brilliant
splendor across the peaks
before its final flame
fades and sinks
into the night.

08/06/2011

Posted on 08/06/2011
Copyright © 2022 Richard Davis

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Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/09/15 at 12:32 PM

a wonderful sounding ode and quite lovely in its simplicity.

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