#WritcoPoemPrompt34
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun...

Crimson and gold spread like a canvas,
Melting into shades of deepening violet,
Where the sky kisses the horizon,
A blaze of colors that whispers of day’s end.

The gentle...