Sunsets


Sunsets

Are they a glorious display of fiery colors, a palette of wonders? 

Are they the end of a day, the end of a life? 

Or do they simply show the changes of the world and it's light? 

Are they a scientific phenomenon, a interesting occurrence? 

Do they end one creatures wakefulness, or start another's? 

Sunsets
Are so many things 

Metaphors and Inquiries, 
Symbols and Science, 
Beginnings and Endings, 
Beauty and Wonder. 

Like a person, they seem one thing at a glance, and another when you take a deeper look, 
and so, staring at the sunset every night,  
I'll think of the many meanings behind a word. 


 

 

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wildcat

VT

16 years old

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  • Poetry

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    Momentary

    To be young is to feel the grass growing beneath your feet

    And wander through the woods aimlessly

    To see the little, quiet things unnoticed by all else

    And say,

    I saw something beautiful today.

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  • Poetry

    By wildcat

    Flurry

    My heart breaks

    For every snowflake

    That twirls down,

    Solitary

    Amongst a gray sky

    It looks lonely, you see

    Not as if I don’t know how that feels.

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  • Poetry

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    Fallen Tree

    A tree is downed in the forest

    It appears as a skeletal hand resting upon the snow covered floor

    Brown beneath, like ivory rotting away as it ages 

    And pure white on top, bone bleached by the sun.

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