The orange backdrop with a grey outline With my glasses off, street lights shimmer like dandelions I blow on them, they stay just the same Weak eyes are keen on playing a game I see a truck with two wheels collide And a lazy potato with a round head so bright As the cool wind embraces my face I welcome all stories that this magical dusk creates
Wish I could keep walking towards sunsets, but I learn to admire it more when I walk away. One cloud took the shape of a cartoon I never watched, but saw my niece laughing at it yesterday. As I turn towards it again, a streak of orange hue appears out of nowhere, in a sky full of grey. The moon is on the other side; like my lover, it shines brighter with every line I say. The clouds appear unidirectional, heading towards the path where the sun went to stay. Two inaudible lightnings strike in the dispersing cloud that was in Peppa pig's shape. The cacophony of chirping birds muffles down, as the sky shifts to dauting dark from cloudy grey. All this creativity is right in front of me, I am just another medium to convey, Wish I could keep walking towards sunsets, but I learn to admire it more when I walk away.