"The old tower shrined in golden light Looks down on the descending sun So gently evening blends with night You scarce could say that day is done." (E. Brontë in Fair sinks the summer evening now) Chertal (B)
Looking far away
Firestone with nearby water tower
Blow that trumpet
A bridge to nowhere
“The air is getting hotter
There’s a rumbling in the skies
I’ve been wading through the high muddy water
With the heat rising in my eyes
Every day your memory grows dimmer
It doesn’t haunt me like it did before
I’ve been walking through the middle of nowhere
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door.”
(Bob Dylan in Trying to get to heaven)
Chertal (B)