
The colors of dusk
A crescent moon ascending
Autumnal air brisk
Facing Forward

The colors of dusk
A crescent moon ascending
Autumnal air brisk

History in bricks
Such elegant stateliness
An autumn sunset

I hear Siouxsie Sioux
Burning ash and destruction
Cities in the dust
The music of the 80s speaks to me. So many memories, pain and joy, anguish and exaltation.
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Underneath the moon
And this glorious sunset
Autumnal beauty