Simply Beautiful

The sun shall set upon this town

And with it, the people, unwatching. 

Yet amongst the turmoils of living wanting, 

We shall toast to the end of this day.


Our breaths we take and shed unwilling,

Will see us through to our end. 

The interim shall be course and cherished

Yet it has been our time, on lend.


Routined and ceaseless we shall be,

Yet pertinent it will make us. 

For in our quietest we shall see

That in life we should undyingly trust. 




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