When the sun decided not to just set
the sun paid a visit to the marina
in the form of a beautiful orange flower.
As he spun its petals
beams of rays fell on the boats.
Touch me not, he said, because I am hot.
Touch me not, he said, because you will spill my colour.
Touch me not, he said, because I will lose my fragrance.
and we just gazed at the flower in awe...