The sun begins to drape into the earth
Unknowing of its place
Ever present in an endless cycle
As it makes way for the darkness
In its overtaking demeanor
Almost constant without the piercing lunar rays
Ever glowing
Ever unknowing
Of its place in an endless cycle
Besides the moon
the small rays of light gleam
Unknowing of its state
Forever in the past
Even as it reaches far enough
For the sight of earth inhabitants
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Words I'd Never Say
PoesiaThis is a book of random things ranging from deep thoughts to ideas and drafts for books and random things to just talk about. Comments are greatly appreciated. (It's more like a connection book. I'll write a few things and you respond. Ready? Jus...
