It comes out during sunset:
Sky blushes orange,
Moon scares the sun.
It gushes out in different forms:
A bit scattered at first,
But then becomes one.
It dabs words onto paper:
Sewing syntax
On fabric fantasy.
But it leaves without warning:
It's daylight drowning
In nocturne melody.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 6:40 AM UTC
It comes out during sunset:
Sky blushes orange,
Moon scares the sun.
It gushes out in different forms:
A bit scattered at first,
But then becomes one.
It dabs words onto paper:
Sewing syntax
On fabric fantasy.
But it leaves without warning:
It's daylight drowning
In nocturne melody.
