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She uses writing as an art.
She stays out late,
just so she can gaze at the stars.

The sunrises of pink, yellow and orange,
make her thankful for the day she was born.

The colors of the sunset are her favorite kind.
They help remind her of the beauty,
that can be found in the goodbyes.

She's in love with the poetry
that was written before her time.
She can recite,
Edgar Allen Poe
by his every line.

She's a simple kind of girl,
Small gestures mean most to her.

She believes in love in the form of a novel.
Love in reality, left her heart fighting for survival.

She still believes in hope for what it's worth.
She believes someday when she falls,
someone will be there to catch her.

My Colorado sunrise

But oh my Indiana sunsets...