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Jan 28
Sunset Blues.

The sun sinks,
like India-ink,
black, red and blue,
a picture of you…

The sun sinks,
as I sit and think,
green, blue and red,
your love in my head…

The sun sinks,
over the brink,
blue, red and gray,
the end of the day.
The Sun Downer.
Written by
Africa Poems  55/M/South-Africa
(55/M/South-Africa)   
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