At Sunset
Orange, red, pink or purple skiesMoon in the lower corner
Sun below on the horizon
Stars popping in, letting us know
They're out to sparkle
Clouds waving hello
As they stroll on by
Folks out to walk
In the cool of the evening
At Sunset
Orange, red, pink or purple skiesIf I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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