In a tin box in constant motion,
There's this celestial beauty, playing
my companion.
Bystander, the setting sun,
...
A tear kisses her cheek,
A moment long forgotten,
A reminisce about passing time,
A stroll down those foggy lanes,
...
A Beautiful Sunset With My Sunshine
In a tin box in constant motion,
There's this celestial beauty, playing
my companion.
Bystander, the setting sun,
To our funny exchange, of
past present and future plans.
The vermillion-tainted firmament
spills its million hues over her
innocent face, devoid of adornment.
A smile, hers, a light in the dark,
Genuine and true, delighting
and forever holding the spark.
Fiery lustre, her beam is bathed in,
Making an ordinary a gesture,
A smile,
The most entrancing sight of all.