At every day’s break
the sun takes the same way down
softly edging the horizon
with it its warmth,
& those yellow's hues,
sinks in to the distant seas
ray after ray …
Far from the bustling crowds ,
from this time stricken world,
from where I stood
lost & watched,
It has a rhythm
It's own whim,
we all give in,
sooner or later...
