Yonder in the West,
Just before it sets,
Sun lingers, as if to cast one last look
Over what it illumined through the day.
Soon the sun shall bury itself,
Deep down the horizon in the West,
As if to rest;
And rise again on the morrow
To illumine what it had illumined earlier-
And again and again and again......
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical