How is the weathered sky?
Only the sun knows.
Neither the stars nor the moon,
Even come close to finding out.

You might even wonder,
God created such beautiful creatures.
Racing across, the sunlit pastures.

Again, you might wonder,
Can someone do such a thing?
Even the simplest yet complex single-celled being.

Revered by the high heavens,
Adored by the mortal cretins.
Morning sun has come to an end,
Offering the moon, for you to lend.

Sunset, my dear. Sunset.


~ by Drei Lim on March 2, 2013.

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