Sunsets

The fading sun plays hide n’ seek

Over, under, around, and through

A bright crimson red fire takes a peek

The pink cotton candy smiles back at you



Baskets of fresh oranges spot the sky

The soft yellow laughs and cries, “Come get me!”

The blue running and chasing, is it worth the try?

Purple melodies wait and see



It’s all fun and games, until it must end

The midnight black closes in

The pinks, oranges, reds, and blues all fled

The reds continue to fight, but inevitably give in



They all get tucked into bed, almost right away

Eager to play their favorite game the next day
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