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The setting sun sinks slowly down to bed,
Closing its eye and falling into a short slumber.
Aureate rays swirl into crimson red,
Blending darker shades of warm umber,

From myriad vivid indigo, violet, carnation pinks.

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It was October, 
but Margo was still wearing 
short summer skirts. 

It was one that had
Turquoise blue flower prints,
the one that didn't 
go past her knees.

Another one that she wore

Bittersweet is the feeling of something sweet but with a hint of sadness and pain mixed in. And if you asked how does bittersweet taste like I would say...

The snow falls slowly blanketing the earth
And the cracking of branches is what I heard
As we walked barefoot outside hand in hand.

The tiny lights along the edge of the cabin
Frame our faces in pale yellow, I imagine. 

The sun set into the ground
and left behind a trail of colors.
Crimson red and soft orange
Clashed with the pastel pink.

But we sat together
On the old wooden chairs
creaking as they rocked back and forth.