Sunset Storm

Sunsets reflect

the passage of the day

squeaks of light

strikes of gold

rolls of grey

blurred puffs of energy

cry – intensity

In a moment

the sky breaks

the trees fold

the house shakes

the girl’s cold

Set into darkness

Blown into nothing

all that’s left

pitta patta

of something

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