The Sunset
I sit on the cooling sand
I gaze at the sun set
The sun is dozing off
Slipping off the sky
Sinking in the water
Dark oranges
Fiery reds
Soft pinks
Calm purples
The sunset looks like a ship
Fading away in the distance
Before I knew it
I could only see the gold fingertip of the sail
Then it's gone
But the ship goes on a journey
To find the sun it had lost
And when it comes back
I will see the glowing tip of the sail again.
-Madison Bateman
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