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Is not from a high mountain.
It is not from the top of the Grand Canyon,
Looking down on God’s creation.
Nor is it from a helicopter,
Flying high above a beautiful city.

My favorite view of sunset,
Is not from a beach in Southern California.
Nor is it from a riverboat on its approach,
To the gulf of Mexico.

My favorite view of sunset,
Is not from the crest of the initial hill,
Of a twisting, winding, roller coaster.
Nor is it from a bridge,
As my car crosses over lake Erie.

Some say that my favorite view of sunset,
Is not really a view of the sunset,
Because my favorite view of the sunset,
Is the reflection that it sets in your eyes.

As the sky burns its glorious hue of RedOrangeYellowBlue
It dances with the beautiful color of your eyes
Waltzing and shifting
Shifting and waltzing
Ending my day,
With the most beautiful
Stunning
Radiant display
Of God’s presence
Manifested on this Earth
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My Favorite View of Sunset
Date: Monday, 2nd March 2009 @ 02:14:22 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: thepizzaguy

My favorite view of sunset,
Is not from a high mountain.
It is not from the top of the Grand Canyon,
Looking down on God’s creation.
Nor is it from a helicopter,
Flying high above a beautiful city.

My favorite view of sunset,
Is not from a beach in Southern California.
Nor is it from a riverboat on its approach,
To the gulf of Mexico.

My favorite view of sunset,
Is not from the crest of the initial hill,
Of a twisting, winding, roller coaster.
Nor is it from a bridge,
As my car crosses over lake Erie.

Some say that my favorite view of sunset,
Is not really a view of the sunset,
Because my favorite view of the sunset,
Is the reflection that it sets in your eyes.

As the sky burns its glorious hue of RedOrangeYellowBlue
It dances with the beautiful color of your eyes
Waltzing and shifting
Shifting and waltzing
Ending my day,
With the most beautiful
Stunning
Radiant display
Of God’s presence
Manifested on this Earth

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