The sun walks away
Quietly behind the hills
Shedding off its pink trail
On the belly of the sky
Reflection on waters bid shy goodbye
As the night falls.
Once again it will back at twilight,
Newer dreams will float on fragile minds,
Some will bloom colorfully when realized
While others will sink and never materialize.
Life goes on like it always has,
With every sunset,
There is a newer sunrise.