A Dawn For Every Dusk



The afternoon sun begins to lower

As dusk grows on a little slower

With passion the sky flushes deep

 Crimson and scarlet start to creep


Against the rocks crashing waves

 A bit differently begin to behave

 Softening, gently wash the shore

As if threatened, they no more roar


The outlook at the horizon shifts

Though drowning, the sun drifts

The golden sea sparkles like glass

Splitting into a million piece mass


Far beyond the stars peek below

Where the whispering winds blow

When evening ends and night falls

Every mortal in somewhere crawls


A silver glow illuminates the moon

 For a world which seems to swoon

Marking an end to yet another day

To restart the cycle in its usual way


And again in another six hours or so

A bright new day the world will owe

To the sun rising carrying on the chain

As dawn takes down the night again


To bring forth a fresh morning dew

Set across for another stunning view

Soon enough this day will too be gone

But for every dusk, breaks a new dawn

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1 Comment

  1. Khizra Naseem

    January 27, 2015 at 5:00 pm

    This is such a beautiful poem Nimrah!
    Looking forward to more such posts from you. :)

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