The sunset glistens upon the land,
with people standing hand in hand,
the beauty that it brings to them,
the magic that it sings to them.
The sunset shines upon the ground,
with people standing, staring, astound,
the colors soaking into them,
the art evoking heart in them.
The sunset of life and love,
the sunset soaring in the heavens like a dove,
the sunset fills us up with mystery,
the sunset with an irreplaceable history.
oh, you murderer. you were so sane when you were in third grade. something went wrong. very wrong.
have a nice view of the sunset... sit a while facing it, savor the change of colors, and feel what fades within you and without you
It is ok....but a word to the wise...if you want to write about a sunset....you have to really work to find things that have not been said or compare it to a person or event in a spectacular way. ....after saying all that you could improve some of mine if you like.... :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is okay...It's not the best though....But keep writing.