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Saturday, 5 March 2016

The colors of passion.

She gazed at the evening sky with a gnawing ache in her soul. Her eyes drifted to the horizon, as the sky turned yellowish orange and  a sharp shooting pain spread through her. The sun turned into a pinkish red disappearing from her view. As she watched it she felt a stabbing sense of loss, though she knew it would rise again from the horizon. She felt it was an oozing wound bleeding in the sky. The beauty of the sunset intensified the pain in her heart further.

From where she stood, she had a beautiful view of the sun dipping behind the terrace of the adjacent building. The sky was awash and ablaze with colors of passion spreading across the sky. She told herself, "If passion had a color, this was it." She felt a churning in her tummy and feeling of a flame burst out inside her. The sun had dipped out pouring out its hot pinks, peaches and reds into the clouds. A warm sensation spread through her veins as she saw the birds flying across  whispering to one another in a hush. It was a magical moment of beauty and warmth with a fire of passion reflecting across the sky.

Mesmerized she watched  the departing sun dye the heavens a bright orange. The sky slowly turns crimson, deepens into a peach and then lightens into a soft pink before turning into a majestic purple signaling twilight and then enveloped her   in darkness. Before she could register the darkness  stars appeared and winked at her  as though they shared the same emotions. Not long after, a gentle breeze enveloped  her  in a silent caress.








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