Little poem on Sunset
By Luke Hsieh
As the sky turns pink,
Radiance behind the mountain sink,,
These last bit of charm,
Induces my heart to be calm,
The charm will soon be gone,
When sun's business is done,
A prelude to Nocturne sweet,
To rest thy weary feet,
Waltz, champagnes and balls,
Ladies short and tall,
Will soon boast their charm,
Under the crystal chandelier warm,
Yet sunset is but brief,
Ladies can have relief,
How the sun did their beauty contest,,
Only those careful few can attest,
O,. sunset, I saw thy beauty yet I fear,
Thy charm is too short to be evening's peer.
- Luke Hsieh