SUNSET
By Deb
colour, quick moving
gliding over the ocean to shout at me,
my soul loves chase sand dollars,
to breath caught, tight in my throat
by this gift from the gods.
now all those minutes
holding tears for yesterday
fade into no regrets.
as love walks toward me
out of the sunset.
deb
San Francisco
April 2000
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