I hear soft whispers of a dream
Amidst a coral sky
Filled with little polka dots
of puffy, fluffy whites
Dashes of orange glow—
—threatening to leave
But turn and brandish burnt bronze
To match my satin sleeves

Flashes of blue are painted in
as the day waves goodbye
As twilight beckons
Memories leave
And a cool evening says hi
City lights blink on
Warm headlights come alive

And as vision fades to tender darkness
Sounds come alive.

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