In streets of pink, where sunset gleams,
A lone man stands, with memories it seems.
His corner's warm, a cozy nest,
Where he finds peace, and takes his rest.
His eyes, like sunset, softly fade,
As thoughts of love, and joy, are made.
The pink horizon, a wistful hue,
Reminds him of moments, pure and true.
In this sweet corner, he finds his home,
Where love and joy, forever roam.
The man on pink corner, a happy heart,
Beats with love, a work of art.
