The Sun goes down,

Spreading colours and colours

Everywhere.

Here's a Pink and there's

Orange, with the Red being the favourite.

Chirps of birds,

And gusts of wind;

Racing with my hair.

Calm all over,

The chaos settling down.

The bright balls of fire,

Bidding farewell to their friend;

As they take up their job.

Oh! The colours are vanishing

Into nothingness.

The world in front

Escapes,

I've now clicked the button.

Finding my way

To home.

~☆~✧~✧~☆~

Racing with the wind.

Anna