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Sep 2020
apricot sunset

it was an apricot sunset
not the color of fire
nor crimson not yellow
but with all the shades & blush
of an apricot
saffy sits alone
pondering the imponderables
such questions
that any teenage girl
might wonder & pine over
is love incurable
does it last a lifetime
will it ever go away
there's no answer
to her ponderings
so she sits alone
in the glow
of an apricot sunset
Written by
bob eberth  70/M/Whitehall, New York
(70/M/Whitehall, New York)   
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     --- and Bogdan Dragos
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