SunsetsA Poem by Moonie~A scribble to get the muse to work again~
Most moments would be devoured
by the tea-pink sky, or a symphony as tiny as time. Tell me, my love, do you still remember swimming in cotton candy clouds, and salt storms, staring at the grand sunsets, and talking in crazed, berry-sweet tongues about things that couldn't matter less? And had I been young still, today's damask sky would clutch at my peach dress and beg me to stay. But unlike the sunsets, I grow old and frail with time, and with time, the sunsets too lose their loveliness. © 2021 MoonieAuthor's Note
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