the sun is low in the sky
deep orange, almost red
stands living unlike the rest of the proud daybreak
it ends with black
but grace soon will start again
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Wild Child
Poetrythis is a book of poetry just like any other. the big difference is ... its mine and no one else. thats why you should read it. not that I'm trying to be cocky, I'm trying to give you a good enough reason to read this collection poems instead of jus...
