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Jun 2016
I think sunset is the most dangerous time
When we all stand staring at colors in the sky
The sunrise to new reds, pinks, and oranges

The blue sky is forgotten
And the way the rays beat upon our skin
Our lips leaving cracks and parched tongue

Do we remember the swaying grass?
The boulders that lay along the path
Us from the cool relief of the ocean

Our muscles burned with new adventure
The wind kissed us and we kissed back
For a little more time and a little less

No one thinks of the birds' conversation
Their brief melodies spawned passion
Attachment or shedding what little we had

I still remember the blues of the sky
But now our shadows stretch longer
The feeling of noon's light and heat

I still feel the sandman's kiss in my eyes
The subtle and hopeful beginning
Eagerly so that I may see the sunset
Sarah Strack
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Sarah Strack  22/F
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