Picture by Enrique at Pixabay
The same haunting melody each time ever the same when full moon climbs; It is the sweet song of fuchsia twilight, sung by the mystery bird each night. An unknown bird, red and lilac tinged, daily sings skies, from gold to orange, Searing sunset into heart and memory, It's the same song, never does it vary.
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