The time it was for sun to set,
My mind went to the setting sun,
To its journey without a let—
Into the vast unknown heaven;
From this unending spatial sea,
What message does time leave behind?
And what is the point of its plea?
The sunrise seems set out to find.
And sunset the time to reflect—
The time with Nature to connect!
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Musings | 01.08.18 |
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Well written meaningful piece. Everything moves in a Time Space frame. Jointly they exist. Congrats poet 10+
Thanks for reading this poem buried in the dust that space and time gathers.