The First Sunset
Cotton candy clouds roll
Behind the dusky blue mountaintops
One moment
All is soft pink. The next
Somber blue leads the way.
The saturation of this photo turns to grey
As the sun moves on
While I sit on a stairwell,
Eye-level with the trees,
Giddy with the excitement that we are
Away.
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