of summer in which we are sitting on grass which green scent is floating into our lungs. i know yours will be smashed tomorrow because you don't figure out the sense of living in autumn. i know only this sunset left there for us. i know only we'll see how it ends.
the sky shades are different — they are also ready for changes. there is no that cloying pinkish view which you like the most. several seconds passes and the skyline bursts into dark blue with purple tint. our crossed fingers start to feel the pressure and tighten — that is our parting's beginning.
the colours look lost: the chaotic movements of ginger and rosy hues are eager to make us besotted. we become blind because of such a bright palette. the only thing we have now is Feelings — our own sixth sense.
the pick of that vision is flashy. maybe because of this it contains every shade and each of them is a symbol. red always lasts for a few seconds — it is lust. this warm yellow line is about the happiness we rich in satisfaction. and those cold colours — blue and violet — they are our harmony, which is similar to the harmony of daylight and nighttime. such a mixing will definitely tell us apart when the morning begins. the summer is over cause the horizon is colourless henceforth. our connection is grey from now on.
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