A slow, silent, elemental fusion
Of the wilderness with pure energy, pure gold
The grass melts magically into lava
A warm transformation of “Now” into “Forever”
The warm, round disk passively sets
Pouring gold into the forest
A passionate reunion of Heaven and Earth
Sunset, pure sunset
Today, I am complete
By: Cercatore a.k.a. Arzoo
Copyright © 2010 by Arzoo Zaheer
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October 20, 2010 at 2:10 pm
trisha
Dazzling poem and photograph. Beautifully written.