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WRITER & COMMUNICATIONS STRATEGIST
Ode to a Sunset at Sea
by Tora Chung
March 3, 2008
A globe abound
Of gold made round,
Beset by gloating,
Resorted to floating
Till gravity shifted
Then split it and sifted
Its glowing reflected
To glory dissected,
Bobbing on motion
Of water’s devotion
Till finally it melted,
Its oozing, I felt it,
Taking the plummet
From Heavenly summit
To jelly it quivered
As evenin’ first shivered--
A glimmer, a gleam,
A sliver, a seam--
Reduced to a dot,
Relinquished its spot
To wishful thinking,
Only an inkling
Of what it had been
By finally sinking
Its Cheshire Cat grin.
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