
Pic via Unsplash
I see the sun kissing the sky for one last time,
as it says goodbye.
And the kiss spreads its warmth upon me,
an onlooker.
I wonder, what the sun says to the sky
as it leaves for today!
And I keep guessing the last words,
as the sky blushes.
Linking this poem with the Imaginary Garden.
Also linking to NaBloPoMo -November 15