As the day goes to rest
The sunset does its best
Setting on fire the lively waves
Colouring orange the nature
he saves it's pure ancient glorious perfection.
The great ocean will receive
The burning sun who's going to leave.
Slowly comes the night
Devouring that magic light:
we are still suspended in a great delight.
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PuisiMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
