Life
Is a sunset
It begins with the sun
All bright and happy
And for a while after that
Are golden days
But golden fades to rose
Still beautiful, but not as bright
And then comes purple
Harsh like a bruise
That morphs into blue
The blue of sadness
And the blue
Grows darker
And darker
And begins
To become
Black
The black of impending death
But we must remember
It is only with the darkness
That the stars will shine
And as a whole
The sunset
Is breathtakingly beautiful.
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