The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?
The sun has risen yet again,
forgetting what happened yesterday.
A ray of light, a ray of hope;
had never looked so colorful.
The clouds whispered to the winds,
my feet felt the cold ground;
and I stood as if there existed no crowd.
Chilling breeze had then turned warm,
right above my head stood the sun;
the day had just started,
how is it already 12 o' clock?
The pavement started to burn my skin;
I started walking faster cursing the heat,
reached home when sun hit its peak.
A sigh of relief left my lungs,
as the moon took over and night went on;
a strange feeling crawled inside my chest.
I had started to miss the sun.
I missed the warmth, the hope, the light,
but I did not rejoice when it was day;
how could I ever explain?
Voilà, I think I have a tale:
The sun and moon set beside,
but they can never touch.
It is their fate; when the moon arrives,
the sun bids a good bye.
Moonlight is made of glass;
the moon shattering as she cries.
In turn the sun paints the sky,
a beauty for moon to admire.
All while the sun crawls away in silence,
without a whisper, it's out of sight.
The moon only glances in awe
as he tides mimic her wonder.
"Look at those cotton candy skies!!"
Holding a sob, her shoulders get stiff,
The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?
Copyright © Vaish Sinha | Year Posted 2026
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