Tangerine Sunsets
I love the end of the day,
when the sun wants to climb into bed.
The moon will be rising soon,
showing off it's big bright face.
The white clouds,
are turning a dark gray.
Some flying so high,
as if to say good-by.
I feel the cool night air,
as it arrives as a soft breeze.
This day is almost over,
as the sky brings out it's paints.
Tangerine sunsets composing,
chrysanthemum hymns.
The sky colors match my flowers,
listen the garden will start to hum.
Look the first diamond star,
turn around to see more.
The black velvet night,
with dancing stars as far as one can see.
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