I love sunsets. Even when the sun is already gone.
The clouds all low and the clear blue sky in all shades from light to dark.
And that occasional star, that might as well be a planet further off.
The vapor coming from the chimney of the ridiculously green house at front.
The clouds are darker than the very sky, I can't stop looking at this sight
With the tears of rain in my window and the green wet grass not far
It all has such a sense of possibility, just staring feels like magic
Like an infinite little moment where the picture freezes
And you don't think about anything, except the very thing you are observing
And you wouldn't like anything else in the world
And you don't want this moment to ever stop,
Not for the deep night to fall, nor the next day to come
Just this frozen moment; a photograph of words
The tree in front which I always see change with the seasons
The street light turned on, enlightening the pavement and the cars parked outside
And inside I am in this couch, it's colour hard to describe
And my cat has come to say hullo,
And I must leave
For nothing is eternal.
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