I look up at the sky, which casts iridescence on my eyes,
splitting their sparkle into a thousand hues.
It reminds me of the time we spent together
seated on the park bench,
seated on the park bench,
marveling at the tint that splashes the sky
when the sun goes down.
when the sun goes down.
As the gleam of crimson flushes my face,
it streaks my hair a couple of shades
And when it all ends,
at the end of the day -
we’re given the chance to start it all over again.
To live for a new sunset.
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