The golden sun hangs heavy in the West; it's glowing rays leap upward tightly hugging the horizon, ever clinging while slowly sinking downward - Trying to hold on to the day as darkness gradually settles around us replacing the light we wish would stay - Ah, but order of the universe rules; Alas! man with all his technology can't change it with his tools. Poem by Ruth C. DemetralArt by me Noirfrost
cuntcat [2016-09-24 18:05:25 +0000 UTC]
Beautiful colors, perfect artstyle, wonderful piece. Very stunning! I love it
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NoirFrost In reply to cuntcat [2016-09-24 18:25:02 +0000 UTC]
ahhhhhh thank you so much! ;o;
cuntcat In reply to NoirFrost [2016-09-24 19:03:00 +0000 UTC]
You're welcome!
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