Sunset
i want that kind of love
where the Sun kisses
the edge of the sky,
and She blushes
and the whole world
marvels at their beauty.
Even on the cloudy days
when the Sky begins to cry
the Sun comes and lights her up
He’ll always kiss Her goodnight.
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