7:35
It was a nice day
In the country.
Cloudless and not
Windy.
He stopped and said,
"There. That's what I
Wanted to see."
Purples,
Blues,
Pinks,
Yellows
And oranges.
I wasn't looking at
The sunset.
I could only see
Him.
He was more
Beautiful than anything
I had seen before.
He was my
Sunset.
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Untitled Poetry
PoetryNothing but a bit of random poetry in the form of jumbled thoughts.
