Where will the sun go after sunset? After it dives into the deep blue sea? Will it go somewhere it needs to be? Or will it just take time to be free? I don't know what the sun will do meanwhile. Thank God. Love's still there in the moonlight. But, really, will the sun ever get tired? Playing the wicked games, up in flames; Inexhaustible, yet a source of blames? Why do humans blame it for their faults? By the way, where will the sun go? People in the other end speak stupid. "The Sun's still shines after sunset.", they say. **How can I say it's not the sunset that I mean.
I've been writing poems but didn't get any time to post one. Here's a mere try from me of a quatrain. Hope you like it!