spring sunset
gentle evening air: open window
cawing crows steal by
spots of black on blue sky
pulled-cotton clouds
smeared with gold from dying day
the sun screams goodbye as it goes
pastel pink and purple: death throes
I was almost sad to see such a sight and know that I would one day sleep and have it near me no more. Then I pressed my hand against the cold glass and felt the mosquito bite on my wrist itch, and these vivid sensations made me smile, for they reminded me that at least for today I am incredibly, amazingly, so-lucky-to-be, undeniably alive.
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