Sunset
The sun is already tired
but still standing
prepares its bed
in the West ...
A lightning bolt
colorado opens
the crack in time
and touches the breast
of pm...
My gaze captures
the last rest
fleeting sun
that carving on me
the face of
red color
that on me rests ...!
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