i looked through the glass window
the orange sunlight came in
the smoke from the streets was screaming
'i still can do it so i'm not giving in'
t'was a very beautiful sunset
the sky was painted orange-like red
due to the exhaustion of the day
the tired sun must have had bled
but those whose lines of sight were blocked
by the smog and the buildings so tall
those too busy to look up the skies
did not notice the beautiful transition at all
they were too busy moving
making use of everything from natural light
they were too busy fighting
struggling against the coming of the night
but i guess i just felt different
i did not care if was a waste at all
i did not want to miss the beautiful sunset
i watched it fade until the night did fall
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