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The way the sun goes down and disappear but always leaving something beautiful behind it....
Something that makes you to want to see it again.
The darkness that comes after the beautiful colors.
That little sadness it leaves because the day is coming to an end.
And you watch it again and again.
Without ever getting bored of the bautiful colors.
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PoetryPeople write because no one listens Messy thoughts,unspoken words,painful reality and Chaos Quotes... •January 20th 2018 6pm •June 14th 2022 6pm
