sight
the huge beautiful yellow and orange mysterious ball sits on the horizon.
it's; ike a massive fire filling the sky with petrifying colors that hypnotize you as you glare. my mind cried from memories drawing inside as timidlyas the sunset colors. the bold streaks killing every last hated emotion it seeks out from inside. isay it's only passion; it's only a sunset that capitvated my very being. spears' descending from within the fire, as it seeps below the horizons to end the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem