The fiery red sun
Sank slowly beyond the sea
Lighting up the sky
With hues of red, orange, gold
And clouds had silver linings
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Writers’ solitude
Should not be disturb-ed
A thought can be lost
And a vacant space is left
To fill at another time
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Guess the lobster would be happy to be loved after all. x
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