Poem #32 Beach Sunset

The deserted beach
Became quiet and soft
As the sun set
Over the smooth water.

Gentle ripples
The only waves,
Caressing breeze
The only movement.

Red sky
Growing pink,
Then grey
As the disappearing sun
Left us alone
On the deserted beach.

Copyright 2007 Trevor W. Hampel

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