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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