The mood is mellow
Red moves in
Mixed with some yellow
The light gets dim
The orange settles
Purple shades appear
Like steam from kettles
Clouds get in gear
There they sit
As the moon shines
Star light lit
Vital signs
No violence
In the cool summer night
Air filled with silence
Such a serene sight
Boy holds girl
Hand in hand
Let the wind whirl
No one night stand
Eye to eye
Don't dare to miss
To watch the sky
After the sweet, sweet kiss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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