Thursday, July 25, 2019

Sunset Island

There is an island 

Far, far away 

Where broken dreams 

And unsatisfied love 

Retire 

To live out 

Their twilight years 


The air is warm 

And the beach and the water 

Are beautiful 

But when the sun sets 

There’s no color cast 

In the sky 

Only the bleak, heavy gray of regret 

And the haunting, mournful emptiness 

Of sadness 



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