R. Waiksnis, sky, sun
A blue memory of sun
slowly threads its way
across an all-too-human sky.
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Painting by R. Waiksnis
dusk, sun, sunset
His day’s work done,
the sun, like a tired old man,
draws the curtains closed
and leans, dreaming, by the window,
till his old pal the moon
silverwhispers him into
a soft blanket of stars.
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