The sun races away to another place
but leaves a departing gift of orange, purple, and pink
which the clouds take with outstretched arms and draw into themselves
as they float overhead
palmtrees blowing kisses to mountains resting afar
as the wind carries away their greetings
all the while the sea declares its might
with every churn and crash releasing a drowning roar
that is hushed to silence by the whisper of white seafoam
eager to meet every black grain of sand.
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