Sep 10
poem 0 comments challenge: Sunset
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Guilty as Charged

Today the sun set quietly, 
sheepish because is had stolen a cherry blossom 
and shrouded itself in the bits and pieces of a dissipated cloud. 
But the sheepish sun did not make a clean getaway.
Vestiges of a cherry blossom stained grin,
lingered. 

It left the mountains, 
the grass, 
and our noses, 
trembling with the lasting touch of its pink hands.