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Category : Poems

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Red Moves to Yellow.

Bright Red Up High,

Falls On Violet.


Behind Golden

Brown Mustard,

Sand Dunes!


The More Burning Sun,

Descend On to A 

Cooler Orange Evening.


As Whispers Blow

Against The Back,

Tender Whirl Winds.


Steamy the Dirt Path,

Underfoot with Each

Step up your Steep Hill!


As Orange Rays 

Brighten your Window.

I am Almost Home.


 

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