Treasure Island

Demetra Theotikos

(June 3,2003)

Sunset


Sunset comes
Humbly, yet majestically
His colors making everything as beautiful as a spring day
He makes you stop and watch his descent
His descent to make the world a different yet better place
And we all somehow know the exact time
That time of excellence and beauty in the day when
Sunset comes

Submitted: Saturday, May 03, 2014
Edited: Saturday, May 03, 2014

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  • John Westlake (5/6/2014 8:13:00 AM)

    Beautiful and highly enjoyable. Sunset is one of the most romantic times of day. Really enjoyed this (Report) Reply

  • Colleen Courtney (5/3/2014 2:14:00 PM)

    Sunset, twilight, dusk...no matter which word you prefer, it is a most beautiful time of the day. Another nice poem! (Report) Reply

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