There comes a wonderful beginning
All hopes.
Like the sun
It rises beautifully
But the setting is horrifying.
Unlike the sunset,
where the nature awaits the rise,
the end of the wonderful beginning
is ambiguous.
Later it turns monotonous
Where it is merely continued since it began.
With no memory of the wonder at the beginning
And no passion for the future.
YOU ARE READING
A Storm of Thoughts
PoetryWhy remain dormant when you can burst out and let the world know?
