The fiery sinking sun, kisses
daily, our far flung horizon.
Budda, contemplating life, misses
God's light that, for us, shone.
rim 10/22/05 ©
The fiery sinking sun, kisses
daily, our far flung horizon.
Budda, contemplating life, misses
God's light that, for us, shone.
rim 10/22/05 ©
Good evening, Hope. Isn't that an amazing picture??
Lovely poem, thank you.
Very cool!
I vote wholeheartedly in favor of your sentiment,
as well as the loveliness of your poem.