The dusk is when the new day awakes
In the morning the sun is rising brightly
To welcome the horizon of beginnings
Reckons the blissful existence of life.

At high noon the sun stands still
To check on every living and dead
As though God is looking down
Admiring His creations.

As the sun commences to set
It looks creepy and sad
For those whose lives
Have to rest in peace.

Marvin Brato Sr

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