Tinges of Sunset


I love the tinges of sunset;
Before it decides whether or not to marry the air and clouds,
When it peeks its ruddy face at the world--a blushing bride,
then shies away;
Leaving in its wake traces, whispers, echoes of its beauty,
Reluctant to break out into a kiss.

I love the tinges of sunset.

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