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Jan 2019
Ribbons of purple and gold
Scatter across the sky
Against rose colored buildings
Like a Monet painting

Hot pink sundown

A bright golden ball slowly lowers
Another day is closing
Nighttime awaits in the wings

Hot pink sundown

There’s a small  sliver of moon
Sitting high up in the sky
Against the gray blue backdrop
Almost invisible

Hot pink sundown

The air is crisp and cool
It’s wintertime once again
Animals and people bundled up
Staying off the cold

Hot pink sundown

Small white lights abound
Decorating a terrace
A remnant of the season past
Offering a welcome feeling
Darkness is not far behind
Welcoming in a new night

Hot pink sundown
Barbara R Maxwell
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