bright red bud on a clouds
showing last glimpse of day
catching eyes whole world
coming out on other side
leaving heads resting to time
or waiting for moon to shine
here on breezing beach, fun
going away from busy streets
for clean, fresh air to match
beauty that few understand
i have an idea, you; me makes
difference; they're background
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