Tears of the sun
Martinescu Vlad

Upon a beach of golden sand,
Somewhere in nowhere land,
A man is sleeping.
Covered by a red and blue,
White striped beach blanket
He waits to die.
The sun is crying
With yellow tears,
Tried to catch them in a jar,
But they were taken by the sea
Along with the essence of he
They’re going far.
Dreams pass on by
And look at the man,
From his minds thoughts are dropping
Leaving him blind with nothing to see.
Nowhere a violin is playing
Nor a singer singing
Or a child laughing
The man is dead
He went away,
The sun is crying,
For he has nobody with whom to play.
And all that remains behind
Is a beach of sweet salty golden sand.