The darkening sky-
Red, pink, orange;
Daylight will die.
I hold your hand
And gaze above.
The sunset is
My one true love.
Red for romance,
Love is pink.
Orange is passion,
But it all sinks.
The colours swirl
Throughout each other.
Setting gracefully,
The sunset is my lover.
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#youngwritershousehold @Georgiastar The flame flickered brightly, Effortlessly yet sprightly, It glowed in the darkened room, Producing a single fume.
I smell sweet cinnamon swirls, Swaying in the sand. Softly singing songs That I can't understand. Sweet cinnamon swirls, Saying simple sorry's. Softly singing songs That take away my worries.
Sappy sunsets drip golden light Orange Red Yellow Bright.
Today has vowed a sky of cloud; a frivolous shroud: no daylight, or joy, or beauty allowed. Much of the day has wasted away in such a way, the birds, the people, have nothing to say.
L ight is an amazing thing, I magination can flow with a simple ray of light, G lorious beams on a warm summers day, H aving such a big impact in everyone's lives, T his terrific phenomenon...
There are so many different sunsets. Theres the after party sunset, Shared with people you've just met. Theres the sunset when you've lost track of time, When you've been stinking lemonade and lime.
#colour. I sit along the wooden dock. Entwined around your waist. We see the sunset reach a peak. It lights up your whole face. SUNSET ORANGE, mixed with. Cherry-blossom pink,.
#youngwritershousehold I gazed at the beautiful butterfly, With its detailed, delicate wings, It flutters round gracefully , It was one of those magical things.
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