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This poem is about sunset

Pastoral Sky

Getattachment-2by Honestly JT17 Dec 2013

The sun drops behind the trees,
Wearing colors orange and gold.
I feel the coolness of the breeze,
Known as the harbinger of the cold.

Before the sun sleeps in the west,
It says goodnight to the stars in the east.
Dusk, the valedictory address,
When the bright blue sky will flee.

©2013 Honestly JT