The fiery cherry-red globe,
Passionately combating the last strife of letting go
Burning with vehemence of lost battles
Allowed itself to be dropped in the lap of the sea,
Too insipid for feelings, too cold for emotions…
Unparalleled alacrity surfaced to embrace it
Eyes shut tight to hide the trickle of tears,
And arms flung open wide for a warm hug
No mighty waves soared; no turbulent tides arose,
Just serene ripples, as it soaked the fuming fury…
With tints of saffron desires and gold dreams,
As the purity of the sea, anointed it off its fears
The sunken sun and its reflection in the peach sea now meet
In harmony, a perfect circle, spotless and complete…