Sunsets or storms?
It's a question
that haunts my mind.
Sunsets or storms?
You might as well be asking,
the moon or the stars?
I love both too much
to choose just one.
Yet you continue to ask.
Sunsets or storms?
Thunderstorms are calming,
the rain constantly singing.
Lightning marks the dark, dim sky.
And I cannot lie,
sunsets, too, are calming,
with the colors melting together,
wind carefully pushing past me.
Sunsets or storms?
I am afraid I have no answer.
It's a question
that haunts my mind.
Sunsets or storms?
You might as well be asking,
the moon or the stars?
I love both too much
to choose just one.
Yet you continue to ask.
Sunsets or storms?
Thunderstorms are calming,
the rain constantly singing.
Lightning marks the dark, dim sky.
And I cannot lie,
sunsets, too, are calming,
with the colors melting together,
wind carefully pushing past me.
Sunsets or storms?
I am afraid I have no answer.
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