A breath of dusk in velvet hue,
The sky blushed deep, then split in two—
Between the gold that softly fades,
And fuchsia dreams the sunset made.
It drips from clouds like wine and flame,
A color wild, without a name,
Too bold for rose, too sweet for red,
A fever where the daylight bled.
It stains the wings of moths at night,
And hums in gardens out of sight;
The pulse of petals, fierce and new—
The world exhales, and breathes in you.
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