I was going to write a poem about sunsets.
The gigantic fireball
tumbling from the fading day.
I really wanted to.
The tinge of swirls
rising from behind the hill
the deep blue of space creeping down
the crimson, teal, violet and marigold
Sunsets.
Sunrises.
A day gone by,
a new beginning.
But I couldn't.
I was walking and saw a sunset. I told my mom it was beautiful and that I wanted to write a poem about it. But I couldn't, how could I describe the beauty of it, how could I possibly capture it? She said I should write a poem about that, "I wanted to write a poem about sunsets...."
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