Gold sun sets, its rays blindly flashing
The colors painted on a barren sky
Its beauty unforetold, nonexistent matching
Too magnificent for naked eye.
Horizon covering its art once clear
The sunset's melted away.
No matter what, do not fear
It will return another day.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
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