Hues of soft flame
burning through the sky.
Pink whispers.
Orange bleeding through.
Blues fade—
clouds turn.
Then
midnight
takes it all.
And I stay
to watch it
become something else.
Hues of soft flame
burning through the sky.
Pink whispers.
Orange bleeding through.
Blues fade—
clouds turn.
Then
midnight
takes it all.
And I stay
to watch it
become something else.
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