I went out just before 7.00pm yesterday to friends' place for dinner.I couldn't help but notice the beautiful sunset.
Its been a long, really long time since I have seen a sunset. Being stuck in the underground when it happens doesn't help.
I found this very nice poem on sunsets.
Sunset
Every night
The horizon lights up
Swirls of pink and orange
Fading to blue and purple
Few bother to look anymore
At a blessing
That only comes once a day
Each sunset is different
No two exactly alike
Difference flows throughout
While it is the only similarity
Over the ocean
Or through the sky scrapers
Out on the prairie
Or in an apartment
You can still see a piece
A piece of something
Something never to return
A sunset
For the colors are shimmering
For a moment they stay
Only to disappear into change
Change just as beautiful as the last
This is why
No matter where you go
One thing remains the same,
A difference in sunsets
In your very own sunset
By Jessica Millsaps
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My favourite poem describing the evening is Indian. I came across it in an Indian anthology somewhere. I love it for its powerful imagery:
The sun horse panting and snorting
Reaches the shores of evening
Kicking his hoofs and flicking red dust
His vermilion mane wet with perspiration
He throws red from his mouth
The mellow-coloured Evening comes
And places her hand between his pricked ears
Her long fingers
Feel the hot breath from his nostrils
And take off the bridle from his mouth
The restive animal
Tamed and quietened
Walks behind Evening slowly
And goes into the stable of darkness.
Evening, by Mohan Singh
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