Orange Sky

I wish I were Orange sky at evening,

With blue lungs, salty near the red roses as sun.

Enjoys the touch of sun until the times are done.

By turning water into dashing,

And making waves crashing over the shore,

The strands of rake, in every gap,

The sea came up, and fill log,

Till it could come no more.

And making the sun to look down,

With the scattered colors of clouds,

I wish I were Orange sky at evening.

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