A twilight dawning, brings a red sunrise,
Before my eyes,
Becomes so bright,
A white golden light.
An evening sunset west,
Shining across the river Mekong,
A red sunbeam, looking its best,
Red sun falling,
Behind the cloud sinking fast,
Like a deflating red balloon,
Darkness comes so soon,
Showing in the sky, an orange moon.
Fred Williamson
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- Dance in the Blood - Diane Scantlebury
- Islands Of Cloud - Fred Williamson
- Inside - Lester Queripel and Fred Williamson
- A Cordon Of Love - Aindre Reece-Sheerin
- Oasis at the heart of Amazon - Judith Anne Finetti
- Jargon - Janet
- A Night at the Bar - Joan Raleigh
- The King Is Dead; Long Live the King! - Chris Hudson
- Coxswain of the Cockpit - Vic Gamble
- Bleak Thoughts For A Bleak Generation - Stephen A....
- Media Propaganda - Ian Duquemin
- If I Had A Son - Alex Jones
- Buy Local - Lester Queripel
- Free App - Diane Scantlebury
- Red Sun Falling - Fred Williamson
- It's Time To Look At Ourselves - Lester Queripel a...
- The Joys Of Having A Mobile Phone - Elizabeth Fisher
- GAZA Palestine ~ July 24th 2014 - Aindre Reece-She...
- Birds - Judith Anne Finetti
- Drifting - Joan Raleigh
- As I Look Back - Janet
- The Proseman’s Guide to Writing Poetry - Chris Hudson
- Requiem For Dead Alcoholic - Vic Gamble
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- After Reading About Diogenes Of Sinope - Adam Clayton
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