Purple sunset on the seashore where clouds are invisible
An arch bridge across the river to the other side, where the sun shines
View of the bridge against the sky where the sun is setting on the horizon
Where the sky merges with the earth. The world is multifaceted
A mown field where straw lies in bales, against a bright blue sky
How I want to unlearn now where there will be only me you and the sea
A light bulb with a grid is where such a lamp was invented in prison that