I am in a tent. The ceiling is pink...blue Red...orange...lazy gray The colors intertwine They combine The sun is a disappearing centerpiece there now later...GONE Its a golden shining ship Going out to sea Slowly disappearing over the Colorful horizon The colors are a crowd Bidding farewell to the Sun The crowd thins Darkness slowly creeps up behind the light The light is captured hours later... It escapes and Bits at a time peeps over the horizon Looking home Morning beautiful The dawn of a new day!
Reason for writing:
Watching the sunset
Birth sign: Pisces
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