To my dear friend Scarlett M (from Seattle,Washington)
The sky is burning at time of sunset.
The river is flying among the shores.
A hand of painter will touch a paint brush,
To create a picture from what it was.
Like sands of desert – the waves of river,
When purple shadows will down on land.
The sparkling dream will born in vino,
To be embodied by Scarlet’s hand.
21 july 2018
The sky is burning at time of sunset
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