The Sunset-Short, Trite Poetry by Halcyon1990, literature
Literature
The Sunset-Short, Trite Poetry
As the flowers unfurled into the blue,
Came I hence, to my spirit renew,
Yet I found, with sadness undone,
Nothing left but the setting of sun,
Thusly left I: dejected, despised,
Only tears shone, in my hurt eyes,
I strode on, 'til a stranger I met,
He told me, "Child, be not so upset,"
"For while the world does seem such a cruel place,"
"Will you never suffer to leave its embrace?"
"So be of glad heart, and walk with joy and not fear,"
"For your own path, have I now not made clear?"
So walked I then onward, reborn as it was,
To see the world collapsing, as always it does,
But I, I could go on even yet,
For is it not beautiful