Sunset

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Pink brush strokes paint blue skies
Blends into orange
Yellow rays receding with the sun
In all its beauty
I watch it set behind the mountains
A warm summer breeze lingers
The trail of your fingers on my skin
Moments of possibilities above the white rooftops
Leaning out the balcony, you call me:
"Mi Amore,
Don’t let the sun go down on our love."
                                       
                                                                      ©    ~ Star Latty

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