I watched the quiet sunset from my tiny balcony–
no dusty pinks or vibrant oranges
Is that an ‘icy grey’?
Does that blue have a name?
Would one call that ‘not quite purple?’
I wished I’d a painter with me
to name the subtle greys, fading blue and whispers of purple
Instead, I was grateful
I was present enough to enjoy
colours I couldn’t name
Secret Thoughts Within 
Woah. This is exceptional! Great second stanza, really heightens everything and connects it all.
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Thanks so much, Ben. I was inspired by an uninspiring sunset.
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Love the title for this piece!
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Oh, thanks. I wasn’t sure about it, so thanks for this… It’s a little bit of encouragement 😊
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The poem is great too.
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