to make a home out of every sunset.

iii.

vibrant
—for y.

clouds coated the sky like butter on bread.

painted with a vibrant mix of every happy shade is the sky in all its beautiful glory.

the intricate artistry never fails to cast every possible spell on me, awe and admiration burgeon and flourish in my soul.
my heart silently cries in deep gratitude to the heavens for intertwining my unpredictable kismet with that of the vibrant sunset's.

my eyes dance across the horizon and onto the sun as it gloriously dives it way home, handing over the baton to the bewitching moon.

a smile comes to life on my lips, tasting the sweet sensation of being awestruck by the beauty of the sunset displayed proudly before crescent eyes, wholly and completely.

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