The rising sun is such an art,
hovering above fading silhouettes of concrete,
magnificent golden rays lighting the grey sky.
I, alone, watch behind dewy glass windowpanes,
reminiscing times of days gone by.
like when I thought I've found my own shining sun,
or when I thought I've finally settled
on what I dreamed to be the future.
I was wrong, painfully mistaken to have thought so.
The sun whispers to me in silent grace,
across my solitary room, I peer,
seeing the sun rise and set and rise again.
My life as it is: a see-saw in the playground of God.
07March2016
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