My sunset

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The day that you look at your future waving at your side.

Indulging the faint color of sunset and dusty wind.

The future wasn't supposed to be like this, but it happened.

And you hear your angels singing, raging at every sweet words,

Looking at each other's eyes, you scream love.

And what is love anyway?

And he say, there are things that aren't to be explained.

And just to be felt.

Like how we bury ourselves in each other's eyes.