SunsetOh sun how pretty you are.
How elegant you move?
The skyline turns
from blue to pink.
The magic from centeries.
The stories from ancients.
Where you turn to dawn.
Granny's christmasSnowflakes fall slowly.
Christmas lights upon every house,
Except this quiet house upon the hill.
The quietness was disturbed
with the creak of a door.
An feeble old granny comes out of this house
with boxes and boxes.
As she closes the door,
a youth comes to help
Walking with the granny,
the youth asks "who are you going to give these boxes to, Mam?"
The granny replys with a whisper
"To the hopeless, the faithless and the homeless."