Thursday, July 21, 2005

A Poem Draft

the sunset does not care

the sunset does not care
there is beauty in its fire
a brilliant dragon-glory
amoral in its light

the sunset does not care
be you rich or poor
be you wrong or right
it pours and does not judge

the sunset does not care
it simply heralds night
it shines and does not hide
whatever you may do

the sunset does not care
indifference is its way
splendor to the sight
of all divided worlds