Scarlet ripples of the waves
Reflections of the dying sun
Flaming orange clouds
Day ending as it began
The sea like molten gold
Marching 'pon the shore
Glittering like a treasure trove
All tumbled 'cross the floor
The deep red orb falls
Towards a hungry sea
Shaft of sunlight strikes
Rocks & sets them free
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