Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …


30 July 2013



The true and the reflected

air and water meet,

the splendor of the moment,

surrender not defeat


Sheer vibrancy of fire,

cooled by water’s hand,

slow dying of desire

golden across sand.


Beauty is its own reward,

truth I often miss,

wonder still must be explored,

with sunsets like this.


This sunset blends to midnight,

breathlessly I pause,

each moment is an insight,

lessons without flaws.


30 July, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry |

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