Gloomy her

Lot of fun bringing her here

The cocktail of the sky was phosphorescent and her eyes were drinking it. So many oranges, so many pinks covered her heart to rest in a soft blanket of tender colors.She needed it, she needed the calm of a dying day, the shelter of a rising night, she needed that moment, the while of in between where the evening holds the most prettiest of lights, making all that is surrounding you, dance in a different chromatic palette.

It is moments as this that made her know that even if her life ended not finding any sort of purpose she would still guard this sunsets deep down in her being, making it all worth it.

We live for the small pleasures, they say.

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