The pale sun losing its crown,
tired of all the sickness that it sees
The exhausted wind dying down,
hurt by cruelty in times like these
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The sighing wings flapping softly,
birds are flying to threatened shelters
The evening stars appearing one by one,
observing the sinful –young and elders
The moon dragging itself up petrified,
fearsome of the misery that it beholds
The blue black sky spreading its wings,
witnessing the race – silvers and golds
The clock reverses, another cycle starts,
light wages a war on the dark silent night
A new day in offing, the old night is dead,
time passes gently, yet great is its plight
The night sky breathes a sigh of relief,
the tired moon smiles a sleepy smile
The lonely stars go off one by one,
it is over, yet again another tough trial
The morning breeze moves – the allegro,
the waking sun bats his orange eyes
The birds and the bees – the morning rush,
it is chaos once again – laughter and cries
There is a resurrection of life feared dead,
the colors breakout in a dazzling bloom
The yellows are vibrant, blues are so brilliant,
the greens are fresh, the reds are so radiant
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