There goes the whining sun,
Dipped in refuscent shade
While colouring the empty sky
With colours that will soon fade
The last sunset of the decade bids adieu,
With uncertainties for the coming days
And a happiness blinding the present tale;
More stories to bloom on our ways
The diminishing day marks an end
As slowly the night holds the blanket deep
The year is ending with a year sinking,
Another ready, with hopes to feed
I stand here as the decade ends
Dreams blooming again, for the next year to lend