5:12 pm
a smooth gradient from
a pale orange to a brighter one
grows into a dark gray.
it faces my back
as i drive away
towards the other side
that tries to reflect the sunset
but will always be dimmer.
a mass of clouds hover above my eyes,
but every time i look back,
the bright orange shines its color upon
the clouds that cover it.
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empyrean
Poetrya little poem for the sky with each day that passes by. - 964 in poetry