Friday, September 11, 2009

Golden Farewell

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.'

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