Soft-tinted hues of sunset; an air of melancholy; Velvet hues of pink and purple – twilight shades; Phoebus rising pales the sky around her, And flecks with gold the ocean’s rippling waves.
I yearn to see you when the day is dying. Some joy dies in my soul at end of day, Remembering as I do that each day dying Is less time left for me to hope I may.