We finally allowed the sun its death,
An old red dog, put to sleep
On the vista, rippling
A vision, bent in colours of hope.
You saw it, same as I.
You let me into yourself.
Clear and distilled,
This angel's share,
Of our brief time.
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Dylan Nicholson
Writer of short stories.
London. Film person.
Owns far too many books.
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The Angels share of our brief time. - Absolutely Beautiful!!!