A Day dying, signaled me out of the Window,
A Soundless Sight, of the City below,
I found myself staring at a Blazing,
A Burning Vermilion on a Glazing,
I wondered, what made it so Red,
Followed I, the path that the color tread.
It lead me to the Sun,
The Dying One.
But, dying just for the Day,
And would be back with another Ray,
Tomorrow is just a day Away…