“As day and night, seasons come and go, leaving an afterthought that nothing is permanent in this world. Though life is all impermanence, know, there will be a sunrise after every sunset”-~ By Poet Away from the crowd, I sat on the seashore Looking at the setting sun, Drowning into the indigo depths. The grey enormity that heaved and swelled in turn, Warmly received its everyday evening guest. As I was looking on, breakers rose high, Crashing over the boulders, making a mournful cry. My eyes stretched far into the horizon I watched clouds quickly shapeshifting And the multi coloured firmament Changing into a grey monochrome. As like a python, darkness swallowed the day. A cycle ending only to begin again!
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.