Monday, 4 February 2008

The sun is sinking...

I love these sunsets. Every day another sunset, every day another poem. This is one by Alice Schenberger.

When the golden sun is sinking.
And your mind from care is free.
When of others you are thinking.
Will you sometimes think of me?


Anonymous said...

Very nice photo, Wil

reader Wil said...

Hi Abe! Thank you!Some sunsets are so wonderful!!