Coloring my Sunset

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Twin butterflies,

dancing in the

sunset’s gleam

in the heated

breeze they sway,

free of their cocoons

they fly away.

Farewell they bid to a

disappearing day, earth,

air, light, the sound of the

sea; their charm always a

mystery.

Hues of a far-away spire,

they float to great heights,

gather among the stars and

disappear into the night.

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