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Grace Haak Sep 2019
She was a warm summer night
Nothing could compare
To the tints and shades in the clouds
Like the streaks of color in her hair.
She was as serene as a sunset
Nobody knew why
She bled words of poetry
Like the colors that bleed into the sky.
She was a beaming gleam of light
None knew what to say
About the sunshine in her veins
Like the end of a golden day.

— The End —