no two sunsets are alike
this one is steel and pink
until it fades into darkness
no two sunrises are alike
I love the golden ones
reminding me of treasure
but not the treasure of gold
the treasure of the sun itself
the guardian of our world
the sun at noon in a blue sky
the sun hiding in a gray mist
I love each day the sun grants
I love anticipation's nights
awaiting tomorrow's destiny
the sunrise and the sunset
patience finds a just reward
I see a hopeful eastern glow
as color fills the muted sky
no two tomorrows are alike
this one is peach and tangerine
with subtle hints of distant blue
I love the golden.... treasure of the sun itself the guardian of our world.... //////.... After reading this poem, it would not be proper to say that 'a sunset is sunset. It is, in fact, much more than that which makes each sunset unique. Thanks, Barry.
One sunset is still and another is pink. Darkness fades and light glows. Treasure of sun opens treasure of Gold of memories in this brilliant imagery. Anticipation's nights are loved well awaiting for tomorrow's destiny. Sunrise will definitely bring joy. Excellent poem is well drafted.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There could not be such a beauty in our world if pens like yours could not describe it.