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sun sets.

remember at 4:30 pm
rushing to the leaves
in the peaceful forest
‘let’s go home before 6!’

i appreciate the silence
echoing when we walked
you’re face turned yellow
my heart was in shock

you promise me before
these colors of the sky
that you will bring in time
‘one day it will come by’

so i lingered by walking
autumn leaves were gone
the snow made it so cold
the cloud covered the sun

you never remember a thing
whenever it’s 4:30 pm
as i rushed to the leaves
everything already ended.

you never really cared
until the trees were all dead
now turning old and grey,
every time the sun sets.
Written by skymikan
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Author's Note
'turning old and grey every time the sunsets'... is a way for waiting patiently and never take the chances to move on. when i write this poem, i imagined a hopeless girl waiting for a hopeless love to start. i can't blame her because it's her feelings.
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