Monday, February 3, 2014

Golden sun

Golden Sun
The sun peeked from atop the tree tops aflame, 
And the river flowed gold ,glowing in giddy exuberance
Ephemeral, transient, 
And yet burned into the beholder's  dissipating memory for time 
Where impermanent splendor lasts  just a little  while longer.

-Shubha

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