Sweeping
gold streaks of sunset clouds,
A moment of quietude away from crowds;
Heaven's blush pulses in the sky,
As the water shimmers in soft,
breathless sigh.
Wisps from tree branches might elude my sight,
But my
heart is full
With comfort and warmth
From this cashmere paradise.
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