What is so nice about the dusk?
Am I happy for end of the day,
Or for darkness to come?
I don’t know,
What am i moving towards,
And what am i running from?
This light in between the sun and the stars,
With no brightness,
In the blurred view of it
I can see all the mess.
Then, What is beautiful about the dusk?
I don’t feel as cold in the morning,
Nor do i have warmth of the night.
I keep looking at the lane,
But everything is out of my sight.
My heart is empty, with my feelings on ground.
Am i searching for something, that shall never be found?
So, what is okay about this dusk?
