We accept , don’t we all accept?
However exquisite the dusk is
The colours are going to disappear.
There will be darkness.
That’s nature, neither harsh nor sad !
How fickle our mind is
Now it admires the beauty of the night
Showers praises on the moon
Basks in the moonlight for romance
That’s nature, neither harsh nor sad !
The infidelity of our mind
Showers praises on the ephemeral colours
Of the new dawn next day
That’s nature, never sad always hopeful!

 

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