The evening's made of plum juice -
The Sun sets slowly.
The stars are pale
As you walk away.
You fade away like the day.
The evening's made of the saddest news -
Your absence means a huge pause.
I exhale.
The stars fall into my hands,
Tired and pale.
Plum evening
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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