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Oct 2020
Upon a roof

I met a beautiful thing

A beautiful sunset


Its beautiful colors bold

Are like gold

It was like it could get rid of mold


The light fading fast

I didn’t want the colors to pass

“Why won’t you stay?” I asked


The light faded, at last

The day had passed

I climbed down onto the ground vast


I went inside

And quietly sighed

The beautiful light had died
Sydney ©2020
Sydney
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Sydney  F/Somewhere in the world
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