It's time for us to close our eyes
The moon creeps and the sun descends
The sun kisses the mountains and the view dies
Oranges, pinks, blues, purples paint the sky
Green for trees and browns for dirt
It's gone too soon; why?
Oh, sweet sunset, goodbye
I don't know astrology
But the starts speak to me tonight
And I find myself thinking about us unconsciously
The future of us is it just might
But the sunset will greet me again
And that will drive me insane
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Living in West Texas you can really find inspiration in every dawn and twilight. I am a junior at William Soza ECHS and plan to major in arts in humanities. I live with my parents and two sisters. My poem was born out of an assignment for my creative writing class and then convinced to submit into a poem competition. "Sweet Sunset" is about my grandmother missing my grandpa who passed away seven years ago. She talks about how something as beautiful as the sunset can feel the same hurt as when he died.