It's been raining since morning.
But now that it's finally stopped
I want to go out and play.
But it's almost night time.
I can see the shades of saffron
Turning purple, faraway.
My heart tempts me to step out.
Though "There will be a tomorrow."
A bit sternly "they" say.
They bid me a golden farewell,
These last rays of sun.
'Yes, today at twilight, begins my day.'
Friday, September 11, 2009
Golden Farewell
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