The sky bleeds gold into fading blue,
Clouds blush in quiet, gentle hue.
The moment holds me, warm and still,
Like the world’s whisper against my will.
I reach my pocket, but it’s just air,
No glowing screen to capture there.
So I breathe it in, let colors stay,
A picture etched in me… not on display.
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