Looking Through Stained Glass

My Regret


Close of day
Final colors have sway
Such colors tell why they’re often penned

How pretty the reds, the oranges and purples blend
Such beauty too worthy on what is now the end

Freedom, the worst feeling I’ve known yet
She’s gone with the sunset
My regret


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