As the sun becomes more and more.
I began to recognize a meaning of separation.
Even though I never knew a meeting.
And as the beauty of the twilight falls.
I shed tears.
Cry for a farewell.
This last stanza of your poem gets me teary-eyed for some reason. Thanks for sharing. ^_^
...and your insight to the poem has also caught someone's attention.
Thank you for dropping by his wall. I've learnt little if not a lot.