The sparkling lights,
the serene ships,
dance peacefully,
in the intense iridescent orange sunset,
hanging over a beautiful bay.
The glassy surface water,
is a melting pot of hyper-colour;
oranges,
purples,
blues,
and the reddest reds,
run rampant across the top,
watching the highly lucid liquid,
as a cyclist sways to a stop,
taking in the startling sight.
The old queer four-rod fisherman,
wheels his reel quickly,
oblivious to the beauty on the event horizon.
I’ve gone through the end of the tunnel,
into the light and I’m delighted,
the technicolour dreamshow,
the light is here.
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