See how the shades of scarlet sea
Are wrapped in violet-blue?
And how the half-set sun sits on waves
Patiently waiting its cue?
Then away it goes, sliding, gone,
In a last bursting glow of peach.
And now I step back to look at the canvas -
The painted-over-sunset beach.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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