Sunset Spectrum

A poem

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Saffron sunsets are my only reprieve.
Under the umbrage of the umber awning
Fuchsia flowers drooling from the vase
Firebrick heart sinking into
Electric blue clouds, deepening now.
Rosy memories are fading into
Ivory tapestries, naught and numb
Nightshade eyes and your neon glow
Gone into a foggy, gainsboro haze.

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(Based on the following quote: “Colours are the deeds and sufferings of light” by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)