the sunset
is so red
its still warm
beating against my skin
the birds chirp
singing their goodnight song
waiting in anticipation
for the blackness
the bleak night
the colors escapes with the sun
is so red
its still warm
beating against my skin
the birds chirp
singing their goodnight song
waiting in anticipation
for the blackness
the bleak night
the colors escapes with the sun

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