No matter where the sunset falls

Whenever fools may run amok

A thought-provoking tune

Comes to mind under the sun

That blends into the moon

What matters if not love my dear

Enigmatically we seek

Can there be doubt that enmity

Creates a challenge to beseech

Through all the years I live this earth

And rustle and resile

Me – myself – a sense of dread

A feeling – bitter bile

Bile comes – and yet away

It wanders past my sea

Past warmer waters (pure joy)

Yet spilt (alas) by me

By me – a simple soul who lives

The advent of true will

No matter where the sunset falls

I’ll wait for you until.

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