sunset [Theme] Page 5

I continue mustard sunset, beautiful and cold, I - Feb.

Yes, this sky is not used
So with half the sky immediately became scarlet,
That sunset tape wrapped around
Clouds, threatening to collapse!
Here and gone: in the meadow
Pink Stozhar burns in a haystack.
Pink pine trees in the snow
Pink horses in the stalls stood up,
Pink birds soared in the distance,
To tell about the wonders of...
It lasted half an hour!

Memory...
Film with my words,
not met with sunrise,
missed the sunset...
Happiness...
We passed by without noticing
the gentle, warm and basic.
Drag with us the baggage of guilt and sorrow,
to the new door closing with shame and anxiety.
Enough...
I don't want you to remember!
I want to live with you and to hug you.

More and more people prefer to enjoy the sunset than the sunrise.
- Just too lazy to get up at the crack of dawn.

The sun is heavy, hoarse breathing, crawling to the Zenith
and falls to his death breaking the mercury Bay.
Ice echo upright in me ringing
random seagulls represent it fearfully.

Like in crimson paint
Dipped a thousand times -
So thickly painted sky
When the teeth of distant mountains
Descending evening sun.

Dawn and sunset are the two most important things, and the person usually yawns...

Slowly hugs the shore surf.
I'll embrace you on the background of red sunset
My Leila Lo, gentle Leyla-Lo.

Still on the edge of the ridge
Above the roof the sun burns.
Blows the evening chill.

Sunset picks up with the Golden rays scattered through the forest, leaving the trees a light veil of milky white fog.

How long will I get to see sunsets?.. Eight, ten, fifteen, twenty, or perhaps thirty - no more.
Guy de Maupassant

Night falls on the city lazily, sadly.
A dull-gray sunset calmly says goodbye to the day.
Everything seems nothing, only anxious heart ached.
Whether it's the rain, eh anxiety began to glow in it.
Childhood is full of anxieties, from the window of the world is bleak and sad.
You sit at the window, glazed from worries, not himself.
Summer falls slowly into the darkness of their bedrooms,
And we breathe like the sky, the burnt autumn leaves.

Dim dawns
Painted Dali,
The sunset, like a sea
Evening sadness
Wrong Zori
I was seasick,
Forget about the mountain
In the sunset of sadness.

Sunset - the hour of hope.