Sunset
I prefer the orange sunset on a hot summers day
Watching enchanted as it slowly drifts away
Ball of fire so ancient but remarkably a living flame
If you go out old wise ball is mankind the one to blame
Dinosaurs, Big Bang and see world begin again
Old wise ball sunset the eyes captured by many men
Like a gypsy you travel but same journey you flow
I will look for you tomorrow, for now I must go
Claire Burke
Copyright © Claire Burke | Year Posted 2011
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