No one fears a sunset...

Birds crowd in flowering trees,
sunset exalts its known
symbols of transience.
Your passionate face is grown
to ancient innocence.
Let us walk for this hour
as if death had no power
or were no more than sleep.

Father and Child
Gwen Harwood

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The Entrance, NSW, Australia

Submission one to my HSC Body of Work. I think it is completed. I may change things, but I'm pretty happy with how it is now.

Any constructive critisism is welcome