How to...The sun sinks below the surface of the sky.How to... by Fraido
The last bits of horizon
Set themselves on fire…
everything turns red,
and wax drips from the melting clouds.
the lawn chairs,
everything turns ashen.
as it gets
The dandelion kisses me goodnight.
Her chapped lips are like
The grass tickling my skin.
Her yellow sundress fades into the ground