Evening shadows
The sun is dipping
The day is dying before my eyes
Fading light, soon the sky
So vast, so blue
Like a crayon drawing
In a child's hand
Will fill with great gashes
Of orange, red, mauve
And then the ink blue of night
Will obliterate all -
Of course, it wasn’t meant
To last forever
But in my memory
It will be
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