Days, even outside of summer,
Sunsets grace this world naturally.
Whenever I leave the house,
I never miss a chance to catch a glimpse
Of the sky, aglow with radiant oranges.
My eyes sparkle with wonder,
And I eagerly share my enamored state with my parents.
Sometimes, they smile at my childlike expression,
Unconcerned with how youthful I may
appear in their eyes.
My father always reminds me
That the most stunning sunsets occur
before a storm,
While the most peaceful sunsets arrive
after the storm passes.
During a storm, sunsets remain hidden,
Not out of fear, but to allow other beauties of the sky to take center stage.
The sunsets beneath dark clouds
And the reflections they create
Are moments that I no longer feel these days.
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From The Pages of My Soul
PoésieA second book of elevated railway of my emotions. Episodes I never knew I could write. Series I was afraid to dive in with words. This is a collection of poetry and prose originally written by my heart.
