Real or photographic?
Of the last goodbye, when sunset,
feel so overwhelmed, I can't lie,
By seeing this stunning sky!
Oranges and yellows,
And birds' chirping echo,
Make this cite even more magnificent,
Have caught me like I am in imprisonment.
The sun seems like a ball of fire,
Clouds are giving it a different attire.
I can't express the beauty in words,
For increasing it more, have come birds.
That seems like a gate to heaven,
Which has colours to show, seven.
That seems like magic,
Not real but photographic.