Viola M. Crider

(Los Angeles, CA, USA)


The sun is setting behind the hills,
It resembles a large orange ball;
Leaving the space empty that it fills
When shining on mountains, oceans, and all.
The mountains are now only black silhouette
Underneath a darkening sky;
And now that the sun has set,
Another day has gone by.
Sunset is as beautiful as sunrise,

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