With sun now subsiding
Over horizon,
I gaze in sheer wonder
At what comes to me.
Channel of mystery
Narrowly opens
Atop ebbing waters
Of candy-floss sea.
A pathway of silver
Waving it’s glazes,
Inviting my pleasure
With wet molten gold.
The sun is still trying
More dusky colours,
When most reluctantly
I take myself home.
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