Black silhouette of trees against the sky
The blue of childhood fashioned behind cloud
The wispy weight of brightest days gone by
A flaming yellow, burning, orange shroud.
I want the world to be like this again
For winter days to beautifully depart
Beneath the silver, sliver moon explain
About the words tattooed inside your heart
'Cause what else is there in the world to do
But contemplate the sunset going down
Alone we stand and wonder at the view
As darkness spreads its fingers through the town.
Another day now dusted beyond change,
Has slipped into the past and out of range.
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