Under the red in the afternoon, walk trails yellow ...
and the sun collected my memories, and kept under green
off and orange aromas.
night ... Then came the soft, white, silver,
the moon looked in the mirror
sea and walk on its white trail ...
dawned, light golden, turning blue ... ...
and I went back to look at another sunset, under the red
pm,
silently repeating to me your name ...
very Light.
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