Clock strikes half after five
Not a darkness covers as I close my eyes
A mixture of strokes it is – bloody red, striking orange,
yellow that’s glistening bright
Caressing my forehead, blushing my cheeks,
its warmth pressing against my lips
Its radiance inducing me for one last look
Down it goes. “How beautiful”, I whisper
as I release a breath, it miserly took
Photo credits: Luis Medina
http://www.freestockphotos.biz/stockphoto/17615
The Millennial Writer 
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