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Sunsets Died When You Left
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January 2002 Poetry It’s not often,
that I watch the sunset.
What would be the point,
without you by my side?
But when I had once watched the sunset,
it filled the sky,
with beautiful, radiant colors.
Painting clouds,
oranges, yellows, and purples.
Yet after you had gone,
for those few weeks,
it seemed as though the sunsets died.
The radiant colors turned to gray,
and no longer lit the sky.
~*~ Jill ~*~
