may the twilight sky’s hues
be as whisper sheer
as the pansy’s petal
when held to the sun
may its purples
be like popsicle stains
on your tongue
on your shirt
on the sidewalk
may its tangerines
be like the juices of rains
on your window panes
may its ceruleans
be like the memories
of your joy tears
filling puddles
in flowing streams
that return
to reflect the sky’s beaming palette
for yet another day
j light MUSE 
Such exquisite May Day colors and thoughts.
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Beautiful! Describes tonight’s sunset colors as I sat at the bay with thoughts alike, watching my grandson’s tongue and lips turn shades of purples as his snow cone dripped down him.
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