Last poem for today.
This one is also from little-kid-Kym.
It's called Sunset. I don't think I've watched very many sunsets and certainly didn't watch one when writing this. I just had a good imagination.
Sunset
I watch the sun
sink behind the mountains
The sky turns pink
and purple with a streak of indigo.
A bird flaps out of a tree,
glides over the white tipped mountains
and slowly vanishes with the colors.
(Yup. I pretended I watched a poem fly until it went over a mountain. That would be a very long time. Haha.)
I'm guessing you pretended you watched a bird fly, not a poem. xD
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