Out of the Sunset’s Red
by William Stanley Braithwaite
Out of the sunset’s red
Into the blushing sea,
The winds of day drop dead
And dreams come home to me. —
The sea is still,— and apart
Is a stillness in my heart.
The night comes up the beach,
The dark steals over all,
Though silence has no speech
I hear the sea-dreams call
To my heart; — and in reply
It answers with a sigh.


Spectacular
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Thank you, Susie
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beautiful Martha!💖
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Thank you CINDY 💚
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It’s a pleasure.. thank you ! 💖
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Stunning
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Yes, MisterMaxx, it took my breath away. 😊
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You always bringing the spectacular to life either through your pictures or your words
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Beautiful!
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Dear Martha,
Well done! Since you have featured for us such a fine piece of poem entitled “Out of the Sunset’s Red” by William Stanley Braithwaite, I would like to resonate and complement the spirit and beauty of your post with my musical composition entitled «The Sunset Lingers On»:
Please enjoy the music to your heart’s content as we witness a new horizon and journey towards a lingering sunset of the romantic heart.
Yours sincerely,
SoundEagle
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