Lying on a beach in silence
Watching the setting sun as
Shades of orange and red
Flash across the grey skies
Which grow darker as the fire ball
Touches the horizon
And gently disappears behind it
The village musician
Captures the moment
On his flute and the air is soon
Filled with a soft melody
That transports
The listeners on the ground
Into a whole new world
Of peace and harmony
All earthly worries and troubles
Are absorbed by the sands
And washed away by
The waves lashing the shore
With a steady rhythm in tune with
The musicians flute
The stars make an appearance
As the skies get blacker and
Twilight turns to night
Sandra Martyres
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