Treasure Island

lisa daborn

(30th december 1991 / Heatherwood)

Sunshine


Sunsets are pretty,
Sunsets are pink
Sunsets are red,
Sunsets are purple,
All because of teh sunn going down.
Silhouettes are black,
Clouds have yellow otlines,
All because of the sun going down.
Water and seas are red,
Water and seas are pink,
Water and seas are purple,
All because of the sun going down.
Sunsets are beautiful,
Sunsets are the best things,
All because of the sun going down.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011

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  • * Sunprincess * (7/15/2014 12:09:00 PM)

    ..........beautiful poem....I love seeing the silhouettes of trees on a cold winter's day.....loved reading this poem....adding to my favourite poem collection... (Report) Reply

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