A hue of warm colors,

Event occurring daily,

But something rarely seen.

The clouds may turn orange,

But the moon rises, just my will and my resolve, reborn.

I die

i miss you

If my stories ever reach the fleeting sun, I hope it tells you my adoration as it rises at the dawn

And if the sky can tell tales, I'm sure it will whisper to you about this boy that chases the sunset's trails

Bathed in the gleaming glow so bright,

Lies a world kissed by sunlight.

the darkness lingers;

a lot of goodbyes

Now is the time to rest

To slay another day

Like how the sun withdraw from earth

at last, I will not shed tears.

One more tequila, slept in bed.

Outside warm may sunsets dead.

Fulgencio, Marjorie T.

agony flee 

Tranquility effectuate