Sunset Poem by Death's Shadow

Sunset



We sit upon the cool grass,
Not saying a word,
As the sun slowly dips behind the trees.
The sky is painted with hues of red and pink,
As I stifle a yawn,
Wanting to stay out till the very end.
Tonight is special,
Because the rules were broken,
And sunsets are sacred,
Because they were ours.

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