It's made of amber,
The light is flowing the air,
It's made of ruby,
It's made of inspiration. Stare
At lonely chaos
in the sky, where you fly and dare
To see the sundown,
Its touch is pure, it burns so well.
The sky is shining,
The river sings its long farewell,
The stars are falling
We read the secrets that they tell.
The sundown
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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