The cooling fading sunset
Ribbons of pink, wisps,
swirls, pulled threads of taffy
darkening color
like watermelon taffy
changing to rose, to plum,
fading to dust on the wind
cooling into darkness,
while we sit on the lawn,
listening to the band,
waiting for the fireworks
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changing to rose, to plum, fading to dust on the wind...Very wisely drafted and shared poem with wise inner meaning. Interesting...10