After all those poems, I have one nice descreption. Of a sunset. Really short one but I got inspired by true sunset I saw earlier and was desperate enough to write it on my mobile. Hope you'll like it.
The heavens were bleding.
I saw them.
Red spilled all over the sky -
a fresh kill of foreign, divine hunter. A red that was not that red.
Not pink. Far from orange. As if a painter wanted to make it look
innocent.
I watched as the sky bled all over the heavens, nobody able to
stop such a beautiful death.
It was expected, of course.
The signs were
all there.
Yelow turning blue and turning mellow.
A little less of
orange, blushing sudennly, from all the attention.
And then and only
then - red.
Sweet and light, a balerina with smile of Mona Lisa.
Stronger with every fallen grain of sand. And slowly pulling the strings was sun. Blinding orb, far away from all things earthly, draining the
colour like a bottle of whiskey, until nothing but puffy clouds
remained.
It was the prettiest carnage I ever seen.
No guilt, no life
taken, just another day seeping to doom.
A sunset.
What a beautiful way for day to die.
