A Sunset

Chrome trees and stainless steel blades of grass crimson drops slither on the edges And petals lay rotting The golden sun hangs on the horizon of a satin sky and blinds an infant tulip grown in a mass of copper It's youthful veins yearn for water and suck the acid from down below It observes as it withers A large coiled cord at the back of the sun and a few civilized men lethargically rotating a dial and the sun starts to set   Arqum 6/12/2016  Read more …