Unlikely Lovestory/ So be it.

Does the sun miss seeing

the tiny pearls waiting all night

once it's done evaporating them?

A token of love unrequited

or a union beyond the bounds of

individuality?

Depends where you stand-

on the side of the pining dew

or the sun out and about its routine

To one-

a culmination of all yearnings,

to other-

just another day at work.