Shades of red, blue and white.

When the moon is going down but you still can’t see the sun,
All you can see is the faded light,
Near the horizon,
At the corner of the sea,
From your window you look,
You see the bright sun coming up between the clouds,
Behind those tiny hills on the islands that you see,
Just like a painting which we used to make in nursery,
You watch the sky,
Change shades of red, blue and white,
Some clouds come in the way,
Stopping the sun rays,
From reaching out to you,
But you still keep the stare,
Then the sun comes up again,
From behind the clouds which dimmed its light,
It comes and shimmers bright.


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