Kimbaline Navas (she who waits) (July 14,1965 / New York)
I close my eyes and I can vision my sunset laid across the water with clouds gently placed on top.
The yellow is so bright that it consumes my thoughts I fall deeper into the colors of the sun so that I could touch the orange glow, what a soft feeling, my sunset.
My sunset takes me to another place and time where there will be no problem to tall to overcome. This vision is imbedded in my mind it is like a river running free a clear thought on a sunny day and it ends with my sunset and me.
My sunset frees my thoughts from confusion it leads me to believe that I am on top of the world, setting me free to score over the waters of my mind.
My sunset places me in a part of heaven where the day comes to an end with the beauty of my sunset.
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