Signs of Kite

The sky is changing it’s color,

With one end holding the sun,

And the other me looking at it set.

There is nothing better than,

To find a deep purple above me,

And a bright orange in front,

And every amaranthine color,

Creating a painting over the sky,

Between me and the sun.

Just then amongst silence still,

A kite drops in the middle,

As if it’s a sign,

Creating an eclipse,

With me, you and the sun.

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