Theodora (Theo) Onken
(((Sunset))) - Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken
...And in the West the Sun 'tis ready...
The Occident has prepared its bed...
But O' such an awe-inspring splash of colors-
That surrounds its enormous orange head;
It simply just takes ones breath away-
Such a nearly most surreal sight...
Retiring in the West-'Tis simply the Best-
This amazing day time orb of great light;
The night time-it comes whispering...
The Occident has turned down its bed-
The Sun 'tis yawning and most ready...
To lay down its most sleepy head;
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