Afternoon in February
The day is ending,
The night is descending;
The marsh is frozen,
The river dead.
Through clouds like ashes
The red sun flashes
On village windows
That glimmer red.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The night is descending;
The marsh is frozen,
The river dead.
Through clouds like ashes
The red sun flashes
On village windows
That glimmer red.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I like the colors expressed.It really paints a kind of 'sunset'
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