Looking through slats of life at the sky above, seeing it
darkening, brilliant colors, red, orange, yellow, filling
the western horizon standing before me.
Palm trees set against it's backdrop, their silhouettes
dark against beautiful colors, folding under an umbrella
of this coming evening.
Stars awaiting their moment alongside the moon who's keep-
ing them quiet, like a teacher or mother with her little
children.
Reminders of life being reflected in depths of a natural
outer space in measures of time, filling this poetic mind
with the beauty of another sunset.
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