{ Terza Rima Format Poetry } br br br br The twenty carat gold in sky br Slowly losing its brilliance br Likely to hide being so shy br br Over to west in a distance br Hiding by and by as it could br As if in slow tick tack cadence br br Just to hide in a day for good br In loath to hide luster outright br As it's mandated, Sun should br br And a must to fade in twilight br As its role for the day is done br For the heavenly show at night br br Star Sirius said; 'It's our time Sun; br Hide! We're here now.