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May 2013
Have you ever noticed a horizon engorged with clouds of all mystic colors?
A formation of rainbow nimbus with a hint of gray that hides sunlight for the human eye to capture,
These circumstances calls for immediate alarm,
A hint of gray,
A color described only as bold and audacious,
As the gray cloud disguises the beautiful assortment of colors, I look to a solution to brighten up my day,
I look to her,
The girl of my dreams,
To cast her own sunset in my imagination,
She too is exceedingly colorful in her own way,
She resembles a rainbow in numerous diverse ways,
Her smile is a reflection of various colors that glow with every concept of beauty,
Her voice grasps my attention when my ears do as the eyes do best,
See-
Her hugs give you that warm feeling that makes you feel as though you are sitting on a towering hill watching the sun dip below the sky,
When the sun goes down the feeling of warmth empties with it as you wait for the morning to approach,
The next morning approaches and exits without a glimpse of a beautiful sunset,
Have I done something wrong?
Is there a reason the gray has completely enclosed God's work of art,
My emptiness becomes an abyss in the pit of my stomach as I fall to the earth in complete despair,
I look up only to hear that melodious voice of a loved one that resembles the beauty I miss so deeply,
She brightens my day once again,
With that smile, face, and figure,
I call to her as she slips away from me,
Why is she gone?
Does she love me?
Doesn't she care?
Clouds cover her up as she disappears into her own horizon of solitude,
I'm left alone once again with the image of gray plummeting my mind,
I don't get it,
She was there and blinked in a different direction,
A life lesson well learned in a sentence summed up with one word,
Time,
That's all I obtain in life,
I take Time to acknowledge the beauties of Earth,
And sure enough they dissipate with the blink of an eye,
I love her,
I know she loves me,
I think about her every time I gaze upon the wonders of the sky,
Its that time again,
A time where my beauty dips beneath the clouds of gray,
But I will live to see the aspect of her beauty once again,
Because I love her,
Always,
Forever,
Until my rainbow of a sunset dips beneath that horizon,
One,
Final,
Time.
DP Younginger
Written by
DP Younginger  Cleveland, Ohio
(Cleveland, Ohio)   
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