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Hovering between ground

And painted atmosphere,

He views an endless sunset.

Along he goes, chasing the sun

At just the right speed as to

Witness everlasting dusk.

Were he to take his image

Of the earth from this moment,

It would resemble a bruised fruit.

Sometimes a heart-warming

Orange, or perhaps a vivid pink.

At other times a deep regal

Violet or a striking blood red.

In this eternal paradise of

Color all is well and good,

And desperately he hopes to stay.

But eventually he wakes and sighs,

As the dream recedes further

And further into oblivion.