Apr 2020
The glistening tide
Flowing in
From the sunset’s side.
A splashing red surf
The flow of a molten ocean.
But the red turns to black
As the sun finally turns it’s back.
A million stars to light the dusk,
A million lights to paint the mire.
Now I’ve found what I desire.
Flowing in
From the sunset’s side.
A splashing red surf
The flow of a molten ocean.
But the red turns to black
As the sun finally turns it’s back.
A million stars to light the dusk,
A million lights to paint the mire.
Now I’ve found what I desire.
**** it. I’m gonna write what I want to read, not what I think others want to read (this is not what that last line was about, that last line’s about smth else)
The sunset does indeed happen in mere minutes.
The sunset does indeed happen in mere minutes.
