Time after time, the same transformation,
Deep crimson melting into violet,
The sky growing darker, the colors fading,
All that we're left with is empty blank,
Sprinkled with tiny specs of light from the far off galaxies,
Until day break, when the colors return,
Empty blank spread thin, freeing lost color,
Pale yellow melting into orange,
Orange dripping into, at last, pink,
And then, once again the colors fade,
Like the scent of perfume on your pillow.

 
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