Flying seegulls at the declining day.

Under the lead cup of clouds

the sun is seeking final ray.

I am kneeling down under the look

of testifying all curious watchers.

Do they hear the heartbeat of

rumbling ocean, of latent strength.

Indifference of perfection of sky

is drowned into endless fantasy.

Like if innocence of creator

is drawing genius pictures

and does not care

was it noticed

the beauty of the sunset,

brilliant simplicity,

purity in crown of nature.