Summer Sunset


The sky glows like the embers of a dying fire
Dotted with pockets of clouds
Only some are touched by light
Magnificent, rolling, swollen
Drifting delicately across the horizon
In the gentle breeze
It is alive with color
Bittersweet orange, crimson red, navy blue
It blushes pink
The sun sinks lower and lower
Down and down
Splaying farewell rays
As a last goodbye
Little streaks that stretch
And filter across the neverending darkness
As if a blanket is being placed upon the world
It slowly dwindles to nothing
And leaves blackness in its wake

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