The sun is so bright it blinds
at the hold of the sparks
spirals of unhindered rays
an approach from a distance
as the silence strikes and deafen
flames twists around the fire
tales sinks above the sails
the nature of elusive days
dances inside timid rhythms
at the heart of platformed frills
where the waters remained untouched
and the waves melodiously escape
as if nothing ever exists and persists
inside reformed crumbles of progress
and linear patterns of everyday living
where babies are born every hour
and at the same time a soul escapes
Such a world of the lost and found
the disused  stones of misused digress
As the sun brightens and enlivens