The sun sets on the bay in peace
Away from where the waters roil;
The gulf is awesome, frightening,
But here, the watcher hides away from toil
I find a pattern in these words:
Tetrameter, that gives its way
At last, to one pentameter –
That final heartbeat of descending day
To share is human:
That was like very delicate key strokes on a fine piano. Soothing…nice.
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Thank you.
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Sunsets are always beautifulā¤
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