It’s a time to unwind at evening-
The setting sun does not dull the colors
Sunset makes the most industrial landscape beautiful
Not that it owns a halo that bring far too much stress
In your series of thoughts, in your wandering mind.
Calling up an era of the distant past,
The shady side of the road stores the history;
The dry leaves tossed around by the wind,
A scar, an imprint is there all along,
Creating an odd consonance between the passages.
Time is a landscape of sorts to many-
A tiny bird sitting on the branches,
Gleams in the sun like a painted portrait,
To allay any doubts of double speaking
Deep within hearts, each of us knows the truth.