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give me the hue
that drowns
my blues
the dying sun's
gift
that turns
the world
l u c e n t
magic moments
creating giants
out of children
smiles
and
anticipation somewhere
whilst for others
wrapping up
of day's work
he who values gold
finds no different
those moments awash
in tangerine
some wavelengths
perhaps keep the best
for the last
bring me
the sandstone hue
and i will
be grateful to you
won't worry about the future
for what's bright
is right
there...
my blues
the dying sun's
gift
that turns
the world
l u c e n t
magic moments
creating giants
out of children
smiles
and
anticipation somewhere
whilst for others
wrapping up
of day's work
he who values gold
finds no different
those moments awash
in tangerine
some wavelengths
perhaps keep the best
for the last
bring me
the sandstone hue
and i will
be grateful to you
won't worry about the future
for what's bright
is right
there...
Published 4th Jun 2022
Author's Note
Written for Missy's comp Orange
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