We linger outside at evening
reluctant to let go
of the meagre light
only at the setting of the sun
does the sky fill
with ephemeral gold.
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Ephemeral gold is perfect!
Thank you 🙂
“only at the setting of the sun
does the sky fill
with ephemeral gold.” – and all the modern day management gurus try to fire the golden oldies😀. They never learnt anything from nature.
Few people do. It’s a shame because soon, it’ll be too late.
yeah, and reality will follow (science) fiction.
Or the book of Revelation. That will please some people at least.