The sun looks so beautiful—its orange radiance makes me think of you.
It brings to mind your smile, your eyes.
The sky looks like a bride, with curious eyes just like yours,
as if it hasn’t yet been weighed down by the cruelty of the world.
Oh, how beautiful the sky is—
how beautiful that orange radiance,
softly fading like a whisper of something unspoken.
And in that quiet glow, I find a piece of you,
that only I know,
That beauty, That smile
And that goofiness behind those still eyes
Is what kept me alive
Kept me moving
And I shall never forget you my love
Till the day my chest stops its rise and fall
Upon this earth.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 3:06 AM UTC
The sun looks so beautiful—its orange radiance makes me think of you.
It brings to mind your smile, your eyes.
The sky looks like a bride, with curious eyes just like yours,
as if it hasn’t yet been weighed down by the cruelty of the world.
Oh, how beautiful the sky is—
how beautiful that orange radiance,
softly fading like a whisper of something unspoken.
And in that quiet glow, I find a piece of you,
that only I know,
That beauty, That smile
And that goofiness behind those still eyes
Is what kept me alive
Kept me moving
And I shall never forget you my love
Till the day my chest stops its rise and fall
Upon this earth.