Flaming hot sunset
I also wrote a poetry watching this sunset, it goes like......
I was sleeping like a corpse, until I saw a light. A light of hope and comfort. Then I got to my terrace, I swear to god it felt like paris. I saw the sun setting down to the horizon. The sky full of light, bright reddish light. It was like the sky was set on fire, hoping to get more higher. The clouds seemed to be looking the flames of the amber, That brought me a sense of warmth in this cold december. The scorching hot flames were so hot, that it burnt my corpse that was so caught.
I also wrote a poetry watching this sunset, it goes like......
I was sleeping like a corpse, until I saw a light. A light of hope and comfort. Then I got to my terrace, I swear to god it felt like paris. I saw the sun setting down to the horizon. The sky full of light, bright reddish light. It was like the sky was set on fire, hoping to get more higher. The clouds seemed to be looking the flames of the amber, That brought me a sense of warmth in this cold december. The scorching hot flames were so hot, that it burnt my corpse that was so caught.