Stream of Conch 2

As the sun sets
We step to the beat of the hues
; every hint of pink and orange are
On our lips
Every lavender and violet that sinks to the depths
Of the West pass through the lens of our eyes
Because we know cameras can’t capture the
Birth of our world
And as the creation of the night sky
Manifests itself again tonight
We hold hands.

sunset

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